Stories are the things people use to give the universe a shape...there is little difference between a folktale, a religous revelation, and a scientific theor
Part of manhood, I am thinking, is to ponder one’s words before opening one’s mouth.
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.
It was only after they had left the bridge and its gaurdian far behind that Theo realized he had left Tansy's telephone-brooch in the pocket of his jacket. He had no plans to go back for it, of course...
I know, I know, numbers are not what you’re interested in, except those of you who are engineers.
He was a figurehead - an aging CEO of his own family who only showed up for the board meetings and wondered how so much got done without him.
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.
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.
But it is only possible to talk clearly about less important things. The greatest truths lie within, always within. They cannot be given. They must be found
Sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened, innocence is not enough for salvation.
But sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened, innocence is not enough for salvation.
You dog! she said, so loud that half the crowded tavern turned to watch. A few days past the walls of the inner keep and you think your pizzle has turned to solid silver? At least when Nevin Hewney fa...
When you were old, did your memories crowd out your other thoughts? Or did you lose them—your childhood, your hated enemies, your friends?
Were all these castle folk in their ornate finery no more than confused souls hiding inside costumes, as the hard shells of snails protected the helpless, naked things that lived within them?
There were more problems with solitude than just being horny and bored. If you didn't have anyone to talk to for days on end, you didn't have anyone to let you know whether you were going nuts or not.
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 dragon's blood had changed him, he realized. Not in a magical way, like in one of Shem Horsegroom's old stones - he couldn't understand the speech of animals, or see a hundred leagues. Well, that...
Kind of like I suspect things are at night in the It’s A Small World ride, when all the little figures come to life and whisper about how they’d like to torture and murder all those screaming children...
John Wulgaru, she thought when she got back. Her hands were shaking. Is that his name, then? Am I the only person who knows that? Or the only person still alive?
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...