David Barrow

“It was at that moment that Gregor decided he was bonded to a big jerk.”
― Suzanne Collins, Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane

“I had gone off with a contemp and a complete stranger—to say nothing of the dog—and left my contact waiting on the station platform or the tracks or in a boathouse somewhere.”
― Connie Willis, To Say Nothing of the Dog

“The sunset was a glorious affair that made a mockery of human intrigue.”
― Alex Landragin, Crossings

“The Yllish people never developed a written language,” she said. “Not true,” Elodin said. “They used a system of woven knots.” He made a complex motion with his hands, as if braiding something. “And they were doing it long before we started scratching pictograms on the skins of sheep.” “I didn’t say they lacked recorded language,” Inyssa muttered. “I said written language.” Elodin managed to convey his vast boredom in a simple shrug. Inyssa frowned at him. “Fine. There’s a type of dog in Sceria that gives birth through a vestigial penis,” she said. “Wow,” Elodin said. “Okay. Yeah.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear