[Harrier] locked eyes with Zanattar. He couldn't remember another time in his life when he'd been this angry and hadn't hit something.

Adventure, yeah. I guess that's what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.

The hatched chick cannot go back to the shell, the falcon who has found the sky does not willingly sit the nest.

Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel]. 'You had a vision,' he said flaty. Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.

Once the blinders are off, it's rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.

Assume the attitude of prayer, and in time, the attitude will become prayer.

Of three things be wary- of a feather on a cat, The shepherd eating mutton, And a guardsman that is fat.

Inexperience can be overcome, ignorance can be enlightened, but prejudice will destroy you.

It's only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it's gathering information.

I try to use all of my senses when describing a setting, and try to think of everything that would impact a character in any given scene.

All the people we loved, who have died, are still alive in the past. The only thing that really separates us is time. It's a matter of perspective. That's what separates optimism and pessimism.

Never ever continue to complain of lack of time all the time for no one is in possession of all the time.

Potential, " I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.

You could probably go three or four months without the word 'God' coming from my dad's mouth Mum would pray for a parking space.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them.

We have to rethink how we're going to live on this earth - stop talking about the fact that we've got to have agriculture, we've got to have exports, because all that is the death of us.

When I do get married again, I'm just going to take time off.

I try in my prints to testify that we live in a beautiful and orderly world, and not in a formless chaos, as it sometimes seems.

Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.

Every day I go forth to seek my identity, feeling greatly blessed by the things I don't find it in.