If you pull a single thread away it is just that—a single thread. I defy any man to read a tapestry from a solitary strand.
If the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, a friend of mine used to say, the road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work.
I'm tired of being lost and I'm tired of dying, so I'm going to try something different this time.
I haven't met that many women, human or angelic, who actually like to drive. In my experience they seem to be much more pragmatic about the whole thing than we are. For most males, driving is an exten...
Good stories will tell you that facing the lie is the worst terror of all. And there is no talisman or magic sword that is half so potent a weapon as truth
Fear goes where it is invited.
But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.
Barrick could only stand and watch them go, alone with the tribe of incomprehensible strangers who lived now in his blood and his thoughts.
People in science fiction flicks always seemed to know useful things about the places time travel took them. But what if the time traveler had been only an average history student? What then?
Well-armed and fierce-faced, threatening despite their small stature. Simon stared at the trolls. The trolls stared at Simon. They’ve all heard of ye, Simon, Haestan boomed; the three riders looked up...
There is no such thing as an accident. That's what science is all about. (...) There are only patterns we don't yet recognize.
The Stone Girl looked down at the ground for a long moment, then up at Renie, squinting her pockmark eyes as though against a fierce sun. Before I met you, she asked with a certain delicacy, did you s...
Still, it was better than being trampled by teddy bears.
Sometimes I talk about baseball just to annoy people who don’t understand it.
Piercing My Hearte there is A Golden Dagger; That is GodPiercing God's Hearte there is a Golden Needle; That is me
Oh, the Ocean is a question But the River is an answer With her rollicking and frolicking As fine as any dancer
Oh, please, Barrick, sweet angry Barrick, don’t fall in love with Death.
Never make your home in a place, the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish i...
I’m pretty much a cat that way. Scratch my stomach, and I’ll purr at you, but I’ll want to gut you with my claws even more than if you’d ignored me.
The manchildren, the mortals, have many ideas of what happens after they die, and wrangle about who is right and who is wrong. These disagreements often come to bloodshed, as if they wished to dispatc...