Stone and sea are deep in lifeTwo unalterable symbols of the worldPermanence at restAnd permanence in motionParticipants in the power that remains
Futility is the defining characteristic of life.
Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.
And you require no answers, Foamfollower was laughing in his gladness, You are sufficient to every question.
It is wrong to ask for more than you give freely. In this way, we come to resemble what we hate.
Involuntarily, she stopped, jerked up her head, looked around her like a frightened woman. They weren’t car horns: they were wind instruments
And he who wields white, wild magic gold is a paradoxFor he is everything and nothingHero and foolPotent, helplessAnd with one word of truth or treacheryHe will save or damn the earthBecause he is mad...
He was too many things at once - a boy, a man, and everything in between - and the differing parts of himself seldom came into balance. She found him attractive in that way. Yet the perception saddene...
This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.
But there’s something about sitting at someone else’s desk that makes you feel like looking in the drawers. I resisted the impulse briefly. Then I decided what the hell. I was a private investigator....
Be true, unbeliever.
But my arts are also pure, as a circle is pure, and in a flawed world purity cannot endure.
Where do you get dreams like this?
Perfection cannot endure in an imperfect world.
She watched his face because she hoped it would betray some indication of her own reality – some flicker of interest or concentration of notice which might indicate that she was actually present with...
Joy is in the ears that hear, not in the mouth that speaks. The world has few stories glad in themselves, and we must have gay ears to defy DespiteFoamfollower from (Lord Foul's Bane; 1977)
He lay in darkness, like a sacrifice; he could hear the teeth of his leprosy devouring his flesh. There was a smell of contempt around him, insisting on his impotence. But his lips were bowed in a pla...
Your mother would break my pate if she knew how I risked you.Father, Myste replied like a sun, all children must be risked. Mother knows that. How else are we to discover ourselves?King Jose and Myste...
When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced.From the short story What Makes Us Human.
In your present state, Chosen, Desecration lies ahead of you. It does not crowd at your back.