The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.
The wise man is not waiting for the realness of the world to prove itself to him. How can one be an authority before the experiencing of this realness? My master taught me—and to me it seems chash, me...
Thank you for your news, Princess. It is none of it happy, but only a fool desires cheerful ignorance and I try not to be a fool. That is my heaviest burden.
Stairs. This is Hell. Hell is stairs, was all Theo could think. I'd sell my soul for a goddamn elevator. But I don't have a soul, do I? I'm some kind of fairy.Okay, settle for an escalator, then.
Part of manhood, I am thinking, is to ponder one’s words before opening one’s mouth.
Not everyone can stand up and be a hero, Princess. Some prefer to surrender to the inevitable and salve their consciences with the gift of survival.
Love. Tired old jokes aside, a real, powerful love does have one thing in common with Hell itself: it burns everything else out of you.
It's amazing the stupid things I say sometimes. I mean, you could start an entire branch of scientific research about the stuff I say that gets proved wrong while I'm still busy saying it.
In the midst of such industry, gawky Simon was the fabled grasshopper in the nest of ants. He knew he would never amount to much: many people had told him so, and nearly all of them were older—and pre...
If only men would do what they should.
I try to choose the happier way of saying things, so that my own words will not weigh me down like stones.
I don’t get it, Clarence whispered to me. We’re the only ones in the place. When are your friends supposed to get here?Why, bab? asked the cream pitcher, its top opening and closing like a tiny silver...
How can you care for a rough man like me?' he asked me. 'How can you love a man who can bring you no lands but the farm a soldier's pension can buy? Who can give your children no title of nobility?' B...
Ho! We are being taunted by some sort of otherworldly fireflies. Someone fetch me my rifle!
He was not great; he was, in fact, very small. At the same moment, though, he was important, just as any point of light in a dark sky might be the star that led a mariner to safety, or the star watche...
He turned up the car radio and punched buttons until he found something loud and thumpingly exultant, some piece of jolly stupidity from AC/DC.
God’s Blood, have we truly become old? he wondered. I do not feel old. I feel the same, but . . . weathered. Like a ship that has plowed the same waves for many years. The rigging is slack, the sails...
God shapes us with a hammer of pain on an anvil of duty. I cannot imagine what shape we will be when He is finished.
Fear goes where it is invited.
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.