Wen considered the nature of time and understood that the universe is, instant by instant, re-created anew. Therefore, he understood, there is, in truth, no Past, only a memory of the Past. Blink your...
What good's a god who gives you everything you want?
What kind of man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.
What was the point of education, he thought, if people went out afterward and used it?
What will you do? said Susan. Lie, said Lu-Tze happily. It’s amazing how often that works.
What’s Ephebe like? said Ptraci.I’ve never been there. Apparently it’s ruled by a Tyrant.I hope we don’t meet him, thenTeppic shook his head. It’s not like that, he said. They have a new Tyrant every...
What’s magic, eh? Just wavin’ a stick an’ sayin’ a few wee magical words. An’ what’s so clever aboot that, eh? But lookin’ at things, really lookin’ at ’em, and then workin’ ’em oout, now, that’s a re...
When I am old I shall wear midnight.
When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend.
When in doubt, choose to live.
When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.
When you look into the abyss, it’s not supposed to wave back.
While evidence says that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, they're probably all on first steps.
Who was it under the chair? said Windle. That was Schleppel, said Lupine. We think he’s a bogeyman. Are bogeymen undead? He won’t say. You’ve never seen him? I thought bogeymen hid under things and, e...
Why does everyone run toward a blood-curdling scream? mumbled the Senior Wrangler. It's contrary to all sense.
Words are the litmus paper of the mind.
YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADEAnd what's that?A SHARP EDGE.
Yes, sir, thank you, sir, and I wouldn’t trust me one little inch, sir. I knows a bad one when I sees them. I have a mirror.
You can either be on the stage, just a performer, just going through the lines... or you can be outside it, and know how the script works, where the scenery hangs, and where the trapdoors are.
You can't trust folk songs. They always sneak up on you.
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