If you wish, I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney.
Golden arrow? And what would we do with a golden arrow? Give it to Alan for a lute string? I could hang it around my neck on a chain, perhaps, and let it stab me in the ribs when I tried to sit.
Friends you will have need of, for in you two worlds meet. There is no one on both sides with you, so you must learn to take your own counsel; and not to fear what is strange, if you know it also to b...
But the world turns, and even legends change; and somewhere there is a border, and sometime, perhaps, someone will decide to cross it, however well guarded with thorns it may be.
The story is always better than your ability to write it.
Then marry me. For I love you, and I do not believe there is anything so wrong with you. You are fair in my eyes and you lie fair on my heart.
The sheep, I guess demented with love, didn't object to this at all. Casimir somehow found time to pull up some grass for it, and it lay down and munched its grass and then chewed its cud like hanging...
Tell me who you are. You need not tell me your name. Names have power, even human ones. Tell me where you live and what you do with your living.
One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.
One has various things in the back of one's mind. Occasionally an opportunity presents itself to bring one forward. Most of these opportunities come to nothing. Once in a very great while one -- or tw...
Oh, why does compassion weaken us?'It doesn't, really ... Somewhere where it all balances out - don't the philosophers have a name for it, the perfect place, the place where the answers live? - if we...
There are stories about good vampires like there are stories about the loathly lady who, after a hearty meal of raw horse and hunting hound and maybe the odd huntsman or archer, followed by an excitin...
The Beast turned back to me. I could look at him fairly steadily this time. After a moment he said harshly: I am very ugly, am I not?You are certainly, uh, very hairy, I said.You are being polite, he...
Sometimes it is better not to know. Sometimes when you do know you just fold up.
She looked up at once, pierced to the heart by the sorrow in his voice and knowing, from the question and the sorrow together, that he had no notion of what had just happened to her, nor why. From tha...
My father... raised me to make up my own mind. The way he did this was by yielding to me when I asked, even when I was foolish. I lived through it; and I know my own mind; and he will do what I ask hi...
Mathin had taught her patience, and she had known all of her life how to be stubborn.
It was too important a matter, this talking to people, and listening to them, to do it lightly or often.
I wondered what you'd have on the side with a plate of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine mash?
I loved every one of these people. And I couldn’t take another minute of their company.