If you wish to carry a hungry weasel in your pocket, it is your choice.
If we do not reach our hands will always be empty.
He led them around the base of a great fallen tree whose exposed roots resembled more than anything else a huge broom - a broom that would have fired the imagination of Rachel the Dragon toward heroic...
Has everyone gone mad? Everyone was mad already, my lady, Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.
Era un simple punto brillante en la horrorosa tormenta..., pero incluso un brillo solitario puede devolver sano y salvo a un viajero a su casa.
We go into unknown places. As do all mortals,
To want too much was worse than greed: it was stupidity—a waste of precious time and effort.
Sometimes people need reasons for things, even when there are no reasons. That's what makes people believe in conspiracies or religions - if there is any difference. The world is just too complicated,...
Now I end my death song. I give my farewell to mountain and sky. It has been good to be alive.
It was strange how the future seemed tied inseparably to the past, so that both revolved through the present, like a great wheel...
If you are going to without trust. men tasks to do, then once they have proved themselves, you should let them get on without you standing over them. There is no point in giving responsibility wifh
If someone had told her that she would be transported to what was for all purposes a magical land, where history could be rewritten at a whim, or people could suddenly be shrunk to the size of poppy s...
During its timeless hours of movement and inspection, as it floated on the number-winds and learned from their shape and force, it had become aware of something else, something so far from the concept...
As he slipped away he heard his own cradled heartbeat, muffled though it was in the tickling wool of exhaustion.
You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)
When you stopped to think about it, he reflected, there weren't many things in life one truly needed. To want too much was worse than greed: it was stupidity - a waste of precious time and effort.
Welcome to the Information Jungle.
The world is a ball of dung and we are the worms that live in it and eat each other.’ He turned his back on her, pausing only to add: ‘The one who eats all the others wins – but he is still the last l...
So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.
She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.