Steven Brust
Steven Brust
Steven Karl Zoltán Brustis an American fantasy and science fiction author of Hungarian descent. He is best known for his series of novels about the assassin Vlad Taltos, one of a disdained minority group of humans living on a world called Dragaera. His recent novels also include The Incrementalists, with co-author Skyler White...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth23 November 1955
CountryUnited States of America
mean goal action
Appropriate action means to advance your own goals, without unintentional harm to anyone else.
eye people looks
I tend to close my eyes when I look at people anymore.
thinking tiny doe
That's what does it-- that moment where you think you're lost, and then discover that you're not, that you've never really left. There's something that happens in that incredible tiny no-time, and that something is like the revelation of learning.
running games
I'd rather be running the game than playing it.
stuff should structure
The novel should be understood as a structure built to accommodate the greatest possible amount of cool stuff.
example
Everybody generalizes from one example. At least, I do.
home verbs attention
I’ve heard it said: ‘By his home you shall know him’; and we all know that we must pay attention to anyone who reverses the subject and auxiliary verb in his sentence.
dark facts found
The others followed, and found themselves in a small, stuffy basement, which would have been damp, smelly, close, and dark, were it not, in fact, well-lit, which prevented it from being dark.
avoided
True heroics must be carefully planned - and strenuously avoided.
dumb dumb-things
I guess there's just a time for doing dumb things.
ideas come-up should
Plan. Yes. Good idea. I should come up with a plan.
dragons staring
Staring into the dragon's maw, one quickly learns wisdom.
mistake men opportunity
One man's mistake is another man's opportunity.
memories lying skins
In our memories, there is a graveyard where we bury our dead. They all lie there together, the loved ones and the ones we hated, friends and foes and kin, with no distinction among them. We have to mourn every one of them, because our memories have made them as much a part of us as our bones or our skin. If we don't, we've no right to remember anything at all.