He was not a modest man. Contemplating suicide, he summoned a dragon.' Gothos' Folly

The heart of wisdom is tolerance.

Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat.

You must dismantle your sources, lest you do nothing but ape the prejudices of others

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

Children are dying." Lull nodded. "That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.

Your brain works with all the subtlety of a malicious child.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.

No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.

You are very easily exasperated, my dear. If you're a leaf trembling on a wide, deep river, relax and ride the current. It's always worked for me, I assure you.

Books’ll be back, ” Esther-in-Unalaq predicts. “Wait till the power grids start failing in the 2030s and the datavats get erased. It’s not far away. The future looks a lot like the past.

Fighting is easier than loving, just as giving in to anger is easier than self-control.

Let's face it; God has a big ego problem. Why do we always have to worship him?

Whatever's happening today, remember it is only ONE SCENE in a long movie. Don't treat it like it's the whole story. Keep writing the story.

The only thing money is good for is to buy your freedom.

God bless Interlibrary Loan. I pay a lot of library fines. In the case of 'A Single Shard,' I was using books that hadn't been checked out in 30 years, so I didn't feel too bad.

I don't remember being a child, and that's why I think I'm so child-like now in my unending curiosity and approach to life.

Pink Friday is a celebration of my life at this moment; it is a reflection of me as a creator, and an expression of me as a woman.

There is a little gland in the brain in which the soul exercises its functions in a more particular way than in the other parts.

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.