Those were some astounding lies, cub. And the very last one the most inspired of all. You have your father's talent for it.

And the world re-ordered itself around me. I spoke each word carefully. 'You are so stupid.

Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.

For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

If he ever wanted vengeance on me for all I did, he has it now. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Now I know how it feels to be left behind. As I left him.

As if he hadn't always known he was loved the best. That he was the Beloved.

It's not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn't offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don't know how.

Dragons don't bother with introductions.

Did you feel that?' I asked him.He smiled sadly. 'Fitz, I have never needed to touch you to feel that. It was always there. No limits.

Stand up and let the world hear your roar, now spread your wings and begin to soar.

The amazing feeling of being alive beautifully conquers the fear of death

Woe to him who becomes useless to human progress!

The Artist, " an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.

Sneakiness was a form of privacy and privacy here was the first loss.

Instead of past, present and future, I'd prefer chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.

When one compares the talents one has with those of a Leibniz , one is tempted to throw away one's books and go die quietly in the dark of some forgotten corner.

Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.

our dreams draw blood from old sores.

If there's anything disgusting about the movie business, it's the whoredom of my peers.