Robin Hobb
Robin Hobb
Robin Hobb is a pseudonym of Margaret Astrid Lindholm Ogden, an American writer. She is best known for the books set in the Realm of the Elderlings, which started in 1995 with the publication of Assassin's Apprentice, the first book in the Farseer trilogy...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth5 March 1952
CityBerkeley, CA
CountryUnited States of America
worry meat may
Someday is someday, and maybe it will be or maybe it won't. This is a human thing, to worry about things that may or may not come to be. You can't eat meat until you've killed it.
thinking able accepting
Not being able to think of a reply is not the same thing as accepting another's words.
But a living is not a life.
heart men expectations
Nothing takes the heart out of a man more than the expectation of failure.
knowing littles taught
Very little worth knowing is taught by fear.
thinking comforting royal
Thinking is not always...comforting. It is always good, but not always comforting. Royal Assassin
knives use staff
One had a knife. But I had a staff and was trained to use it.
plans anticipate
One must plan for the future and anticipate the future without fearing the future.
death opposites choices
Death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice.
memories night men
It was hard to reconcile the drumbeats and lifted voices in the night with my memories of flames and the screams of dying men. How could humanity range so effortlessly from the sublime to the savage and back again?
cutting men wind
All events, no matter how earthshaking or bizarre, are diluted within moments of their occurrence the the continuance of the necessary routines of day-to-day. -Fitz Most prisons are of our own making. A man makes his own freedom, too. -Chade When you cut pieces out of the truth to avoid looking like a fool, you end up sounding like a moron instead. -Burrich We left. Walking uphill and into the wind. That suddenly seemed a metaphor for my whole life. -Fitz
dirty men land
A terrible premonition washed over me. This was how the whole world would end.... They would devour the forest and excrete piles of buildings made of stone wrenched from the earth or from dead trees. They would hammer paths of bare stone between their dwellings, and dirty the rivers and subdue the land until it could recall only the will of man. They could not stop themselves from doing what they did. They did not see what they did, and even if they saw, they did not know how to stop. They no longer knew what was enough.
dream reality perception
How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?
men blood pay
My blood will only buy you that fool's regard. I will pay a high price for you to be respected by a churl. Nothing bought with blood is worth having, young man.