If you want to build a car, you don't slap a bunch of iron ore, some sand, a rubber tree, and a… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
Tell the story you want to tell, and let it be as long as it needs to be. Worry about marketing it… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
One of the things everybody seems to want to ask writers is, "Where do you get your ideas?" When people ask me… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“William didn't look like he'd be difficult about anything - he was thin and sandy-haired and already wore eyeglasses like his father. Most of… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“You don’t understand,” Mairelon said dully. “Kim doesn’t want to marry a toff.” Was that what was bothering him? “Well, of all the bacon-brained,… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
Of course it doesn't make sense." Lady Wendall said. "The rules of society rarely do. — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“(In reply to the question, 'Would you like some suggestions for a plot for your next book?') There are three problems with getting plot… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nodcocks! — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“Winter was usually the slow season at the menagerie, with so many of the animals hibernating, but that year I was busier than a… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
Sometimes, though, you have to do things for family, even if you'd rather not. — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“Mendanbar took a deep breath. “You could stay here. At the castle, I mean. With me.” This wasn’t coming out at all the way… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“If you're going to be rude, do it for a reason and get something from it.” — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
If you want to build a car, you don't slap a bunch of iron ore, some sand, a rubber tree, and a couple of… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“If you brought me out driving just so you could insult me-" "Oh, not just to insult you.” — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
“Four of us,' said Morwen. The cats yowled. 'Yes, I know, and of course you're coming, but you can't carry a bucket of soapy… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
