Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts...
Великите герои се нуждаят от велика скръб и бреме, иначе половината им величие остава незабелязано.Всичко е част от приказката.
You may plant your acres again and raise up your fallen orchard and vineyards, but they will never flourish as they used to, never--until you learn to take joy in them, for no reason.
Wonder and love and great sorrow shook Schmendrick the Magician then, and came together inside him and filled him, filled him until he felt himself brimming and flowing with something that was none of...
To the unicorn he spoke without grooming or ordering his thoughts, without concern as to what such a creature might think of him--as though, in fact, to the oldest of old friends.
This world, that world, doesn't matter. You never make people to see what you see, hear, feel what you feel. Notes don't do it, words don't do it, paints, bronze, marble, nothing. All you can do, you...
There are people,' he said, 'who give, and there are people who take. There are people who create, people who destroy, and people who don't do anything and drive the other two kinds crazy. It's born i...
The universe lies to our senses and they lie to us, and how can we ourselves be anything but liars? For myself, I trust neither message nor messenger; neither what I am told, nor what I see. There may...
The dead, he had said once, need nothing from the living, and the living can give nothing to the dead. At twenty-two, it had sounded precocious; at thirty-four, it sounded mature, and this pleased Mic...
That’s the true test of a town, or of a king. A lord who cheats an ugly old witch will cheat his own folk by and by. Stop him while you can, before you grow used to him.
No, he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.
My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.
Ma Molly lo spinse da parte e andò verso l'unicorno, sgridandola come se fosse una mucca da latte smarrita. – Dove sei stata? –. Davanti al suo candore e al corno rilucente, Molly rimpicciolì come un...
It’s whatever we can get, then, she said, on whatever terms we can get it.
It would be a crime to eat such a mouse! he proclaimed everywhere. An absolute, shameful, yummy crime.
I would have chosen any other than this for my prison. A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.
I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?
How terrible to be forgotten by the god that made you, even if you're just a room. How could you love something that could do that anytime?
Her neck was long and slender, making her head seem smaller than it was, and the mane that fell almost to the middle of her back was as soft as dandelion fluff and as fine as cirrus. She had pointed e...
He wrote a poem about that, about not knowing so many things in a life. The poem was a failure, as far as he was ever concerned; he felt so about most of the poems he wrote during that time. Which was...