I have a whole guard room full of brawny veterans who'd enjoy a chance to drag two Eddisians out of here, particularly if you kicked a lot and they could kick you back.

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.

Sometimes I have a terrible feeling that I am dying not from the virus, but from being untouchable.

So nothing is ever good or bad unless you think it so, and vice versa. All luck is good luck to the man who bears it with equanimity.

Be sympathetic with the other person's ideas and desires.

Forgetting is a very good survival mechanism.

I enjoy, and always have enjoyed, disturbing scientists.

Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time.

Somebody like Mailer brings to that role everything that he stands for. The types of characters that I gravitate towards, the types of icons, tend to have a heavy physicality in that way.

Feeling free, let us fly, into the boundless, beyond the sky, for we were born to never die.

Each time we look upon the poor, on the farmworkers who harvest the coffee, the sugarcane, or the cotton... remember, there is the face of Christ.

Unfortunately, moral beauty in art - like physical beauty in a person - is extremely perishable.