When many matters press you, consider friendship first.
So ignorance increases ignorance, and knowledge
In your present state, Chosen, Desecration lies ahead of you. It does not crowd at your back.
Redolent
Something in her expression made Covenant feel that he came from a very poor world, where no one knew or cared about the healing of stoneware pots.
I’m not alive. She heard fury climbing to the top of his voice. I’m a leper. Outcast unclean. Lepers are ugly and filthy. And abominable. His words filled her with horror and protest. How can it be? s...
Misliking the Harrow as I do, I would find no small joy in thwarting him. Have I not admitted that I, too, am prone to greed? But here I personify the united will of the Insequent. Any deviation from...
A real man—real in all the ways that we recognize as real—finds himself suddenly abstracted from the world and deposited in a physical situation which could not possibly exist: sounds have aroma, smel...
Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ende...
Any belief that puts itself beyond doubt nurtures its own collapse.
His gaze turned cold as he faced her. ‘Sure, she’s attractive. A stone wall would be attractive if it looked like that. It’s her attitude I don’t like. There’s more to love than just getting your itch...
But he could not call the doctors at the leprosarium. They would return him to Louisiana. They would treat him and train him and counsel him. They would put him back into life as if his illness were a...
For faith and courage are the greatest gift that we can give to our descendants. And the Land holds mysteries of which we know nothing mysteries of hope as well as of peril.
Experience
It may be that hope misleads. But hate—hate corrupts. I have been too quick to hate. I become like what I abhor.
Are you a person - with volition and maybe some stubborness and at least the capacity if not the actual determination to do something surprising - or are you a tool? A tool just serves its user. It's...
He had no idea where he was headed, but he knew he had to go. On each breath that panted through his locked teeth, he whispered hate as if it were a question.
All paths lead to death, she said when she found her voice. This the Worm merely hastens.
This library is another desert. A wasteland of words instead of sand.
The speed felt tremendous. And the bottom of the ravine was treacherous. She ought to control her mount somehow - slow it; steer it to safer footing. Of course. And while she was at it, she ought to d...