If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?
Behind one truth there is always yet another.
When imagination fails, compassion and humaneness dwindle and atrophy along with it. Unleavened by imagination, the variety and richness of life turn into flat abstractions; people become objects to b...
He was a great poet They lamented.No, he was not a great poet, said Theo, He was a good poet, he could have been better. That's the real loss don't you see?
Gwydion stood as a wolf at bay, his green eyes glittering, his teeth bared.
For the deeds of a man, not the words of a prophecy, are what shape his destiny.
Often the trouble with magical things. They’re never quite what you’d expect.
You have a point, said Fronto, and even a poet must occasionally bow to logic.
What is the use of studying much when I’m to see nothing at all?
Well, said Eilonwy, you can't blame Rhun for being born. I mean, you could, but that wouldn't help matters. It's like kicking a rock with your bare foot.
Our pride is not in fighting but in farming; In the work of our, hands not our blades. Never have we sought war. We come to the Banner of the white pig because it is the banner of our friend, Terran W...
Llonio said life was a net for luck; to Hevydd the Smith life was a forge; and to Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman a loom. They spoke truly, for it is all of these. But you,' Taran said, his eyes meeting the...
I can't stand people who say 'I told you so.' That's worse than somebody coming up and eating your dinner before you have a chance to sit down.
Even in a fantasy realm, growing up is accomplished not without cost.
You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.
There is more honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood.
Some days are like that...and what's to be done about it? Nothing, alas, but hope things will brighten, which they very likely won't. But there you are, it's all one can do.
Most of us are called on to perform tasks far beyond what we can do. Our capabilities seldom match our aspirations, and we are often woefully unprepared. To this extent, we are all Assistant Pig-Keepe...
Long ago I yearned to be a hero without knowing, in truth, what a hero was. Now, perhaps, I understand it a little better. A grower of turnips or a shaper of clay, a Commot farmer or a king--every man...
Don't pout that way, my child, you'll give yourself a blister.