And the Earth had no name. The gods know themselves and have no need of names. It is man who names all things, even gods.

Sometimes, if you want to change a man's mind, you have to change the mind of the man next to him first.

The queen was settling on the edge of the bed, ungainly with hesitation and at the same time exquisite in her grace, like a heron landing in a treetop.

I was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say 'We eat the chicken now!' but the magus had seen that I was considering it.

But there are other words for privacy and independence. They are isolation and loneliness.

He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.

It isn't an easy thing to give your loyalty to someone you don't know, especially when that person chooses to reveal nothing of himself.

Will there be poppy juice in it?" Phresine shook her head. "Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned.

Then come out," said the king, helping him, "knowing you'll never die of a fall unless the god himself drops you.

If I am the pawn of the gods, it is because they know me so well, not because they make my mind up for me.

Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.

It is better to experience temporary discomfort to achieve the dream, than permanent comfort without any fulfillment.

When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing "tea party." At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!

Can dimples wink? Because I felt like his just did.

Leaders grasp nettles.

Animation has always been about technology. You can't have animation without technology.

I'm not the type of player to sit home and practice scales and work on runs.

I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.

Mother's room, and mother's need for privacy become a valuable lesson in respect for other people's rights.

When a language die we don't know what we lose with language.

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres.