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.
confusing and-love plumbing
You are confusing plumbing and love again.
kings expecting
King Shrewd is expecting me, rather he isn't expecting me, and that is precisely why I must go to him now.
horse lying past
I believed that by fixing it down in words, I could force sense from all that had happened, that effect would follow cause, and the reason for each event come clear to me. But then I returned one day, to find all my careful scribing gone to fragments of vellum lying in a trampled yard with wet snow blowing over them. I sat my horse, looking down at them, and knew that, as it always would, the past had broken free of my effort to define and understand it. History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
thinking able accepting
Not being able to think of a reply is not the same thing as accepting another's words.
done world way
It's all connected. When you save any part of the world, you've saved the whole world. In fact, that's the only way it can be done.
sticks fishes
You can be the dead fish. I'll be the old stick
ignorant danger
the greatest danger is always the one we are ignorant of.
writing robins your-future
Your future. It awaits only you, to live it and to write it. - Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb
cat please
Cats talk to whomever they please.
wrong-or-right teach i-can
learning is never wrong. Even learning how to kill isn't wrong. Or right. It's just a thing to learn, a thing I can teach you. That's all.
loneliness two saws
Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.
strong men done
I thought we had lost you. I thought we'd done something worse than let you die.' His old arms were tight and strong about me. I was kind to the old man. I did not tell him they had.
thinking magic world
I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.