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
blessing sometimes reunion
Sometimes it seemed to me a cruelty that so much was unresolved between us; at other times, a blessing that a hope of reunion lingered.
heart body limits
I told you I set no limits on my love for you. I don't. Yet I have never expected you to offer me your body. It was the whole of your heart, all for myself, that I sought. Even though I've never had a right to it. For you gave it away ere ever you saw me.
mistake afterlife dying
As I apologized to her a flicker of panic raced through me and then faded away. There wasn't enough life left in me to panic. I'd made a mistake and I was dying. Apparently not even a Speck afterlife was available to me. I'd simply stop being. Apparently I hadn't died correctly. Oops.
communication air anxiety
Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.
fear world kind
I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.
noses ears snuff
We are as we are. How can you claim to know what life I was meant to lead, let alone threaten to force me into it? All your quibbling is nonsense. As well forbid your nose to snuff, or your ears to hear. We are as we do.
bed arise late
A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.
men prison
Most prisons are of our own making. A man makes his own freedom, too.
writing unique ideas
Don't listen to people who tell you that very few people get published and you won't be one of them. Don't listen to your friend who says you are better that Tolkien and don't have to try any more. Keep writing, keep faith in the idea that you have unique stories to tell, and tell them.
children men tree
The truth, I discovered, is a tree that grows as a man gains access to experience. A child sees the acorn of his daily life, but a man looks back on the oak.
short-life past feelings
Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.
dog men grieving
Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But they grieve for many years.
writing robins your-future
Your future. It awaits only you, to live it and to write it. - Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb
men dangerous
No man is so dangerous as the man who cannot decide what he fears.