Never dismiss anyone's value until you know him.
Maybe because the Dark can only reach people at extremes; blinded by their own shining ideas, or locked up in the darkness of their own heads.
I remember it was a damn funny thing for a stranger to say, Stephen said. Old Ones, we Old Ones. With capital letters-- you could *hear* them.
He was woken by music. It beckoned him, lilting and insistent; delicate music, played by delicate instruments that he could not identify, with one rippling, bell-like phrase running through it in a go...
Real is a hard word, he said. Almost as hard as true, or now...
He was among trees then, spring trees tender with the new matchless green of young leaves, and a clear sun dappling them; summer trees full of leaf, whispering, massive; dark winter firs that fear no...
Bran said, Why should some of the Riders of the Dark be dressed all in white and the rest all in black? Without colour.... Will said reflectively. I don't know. Maybe because the Dark can only reach p...
They are English, Merriman said. Quite right, said Will’s father. Splendid in adversity, tedious when safe. Never content, in fact. We’re an odd lot.
The hope is always here, always alive, but only your fierce caring can fan it into a fire to warm the world.
In the name of King Arthur, and of the old world before the dark came.
Great-Uncle Merry stopped reading; but the children sat as still and speechless as if his voice still rang on. The story seemed to fit so perfectly into the green land rolling below them that it was a...
First of all, you have heard me talk of Logres. It was the old name for this country, thousands of years ago; in the old days when the struggle between good and evil was more bitter and open than it i...
At the centre of the Light there is a cold white flame,
And at the last all shall be safe, and evil thrust out never to return. And so that the trust be kept, he said, I give it into your charge, and your sons', and your sons' sons, until the day come.
Every man has a last choice after the first, a chance of forgiveness. It is not too late. Turn. Come to the Light.
There was something about Great-Uncle Merry that was like the hills, or the sea, or the sky; something ancient, but without age or end.
For ever and ever, we say when we are young, or in our prayers. Twice, we say it. Old One, do we not? For ever and ever ... so that a thing may be for ever, a life or a love or a quest, and yet begin...
But the slice-of-life novel is really not so much a world apart as an interlude - like the conference or the film set, the holiday hotel or the voyage by sea or air. You enter it, you live there for a...
The children stared at him, awed and a little afraid. For a moment he was a stranger, someone they did not know. Jane had a sudden fantastic feeling that Great-Uncle Merry did not really exist at all,...
Poets find truth by writing about what they love.