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
night men hands
This, more than anything else, is what I have never understood about your people. You can roll dice, and understand that the whole game may hinge on one turn of a die. You deal out cards, and say that all a man's fortune for the night may turn upon one hand. But a man's whole life, you sniff at, and say, what, this naught of a human, this fisherman, this carpenter, this thief, this cook, why, what can they do in the great wide world? And so you putter and sputter your lives away, like candles burning in a draft.
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.
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.
confusing and-love plumbing
You are confusing plumbing and love again.
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.
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.
summer children heart
Remember with your heart. Go back, go back and go back. The skies of this world were always meant to have dragons. When they are not here, humans miss them. Some never think of them, of course. But some children, from the time they are small, they look up at the blue summer sky and watch for something that never comes. Because they know. Something that was supposed to be there faded and vanished. Something that we must bring back, you and I.
mother children greatness
Not all men are destined for greatness," I reminded him. "Are you sure, Fitz? Are you sure? What good is a life lived as if it made no difference at all to the great life of the world? A sadder thing I cannot imagine. Why should not a mother say to herself, if I raise this child aright, if I love and care for her, she shall live a life that brings joy to those about her, and thus I have changed the world? Why should not the farmer that plants a seed say to his neighbor, this seed I plant today will feed someone, and that is how I changed the world today?
self true-self walks
One can only walk so far from one's true self before the bond either snaps, or pulls one back.
halloween cat writing
I was dressed up as a witch for Halloween, and wanted to write a story about my black cat before I went out trick-or-treating. I think it went out with the trash the next day.
lonely somewhere-else family-and-friends
...sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.
hurt writing boys
I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.
responsibility community groups
To be part of a family, or any community, is to have duties and responsibility, to be bound by the rules of that group.
differences fool world
What good is a life lived as if it made no difference at all to the great life of the world? - Fool