I swear, my dear. Sometimes our conversations remind me of a broken sword."She raised an eyebrow."Sharp as hell, " Lightsong said, "but lacking a point.

Mocking a woman is like drinking too much wine. It may be fun for a short time, but the hangover is hell.

Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work. Unfortunately, doing nothing was beginning to seem like even MORE work.

A person knows when they’re in darkness, even when they can’t see. -Nightblood

You want to be competent? she thought. You want to learn to be in control of what goes on around you, rather than just being pushed around? Then you’ll have to learn to deal with failure.

The truth is, most people who do what you'd call 'wrong' do it for what they call 'right' reasons.

You don't really get to choose. We worship you, and that makes you our God.

My life to yours. My breath beecome yours.

My life to yours. My breath become yours.

Why, if you only knew the secrets to which I'm p

It was rather difficult to throw a game when you had no idea what you were doing to win it in the first place.

Love is a weapon of Light, and it has the power to eradicate all forms of darkness. That is the key. When we offer love even to our enemies, we destroy their darkness and hatred...

Thank you, Deke. You are very good to me.” “I know, ” he smirks. “Can I get back in your bed now?

Art is as heavy as sorrow, as light as a breeze, as bright as an idea, as pretty as a picture, as funny as money, and as fugitive as fraud!

Don't think twice, it's alright.

All art is image making and all image making is the creation of substitutes.

If man has one good memory to go by, that may be enough to save him.

The statists want to control the economy.

There's power when you call on God, you ask Him, and you invite Him into your life. God will be in your life as much as you allow Him to.

The German air offensives against British cities in World Wars I and II not only failed to coerce the United Kingdom to surrender, but Germany also lost both wars.

I can't wait for the oil wells to run dry, for the last gob of black, sticky muck to come oozing out of some remote well. Then the glory of sail will return.