Watch out for a man whose enemies keep disappearing.

He said sometimes when you’re young you have to think about things, because you’re forming your value-sets and you keep coming up with Data Insufficient and finding holes in your programs. So you keep trying...

Oh, man,’ Azdra’ik said. ‘This is what our eldest saw. This is what our legends say. Who could know, but us?

Belief… was its own magic-so long as it was carefully placed, often examined, like a bridge kept in careful repair.

Is that the end… of all the races and civilizations, and the dreams of the world, to be able to leave a few stones buried beneath the sands, to tell the Dark that we were...

A year of ending and beginning, a year of loss and finding…and all of you were with me through the storm. I drink your health, your wealth, your fortune for long years to come, and...

He was home, but he wasn’t. He had gotten where he had to go, but he hadn’t. He had found out who he was, but he didn’t know why it had failed to satify his...

He could be distracted, still, by beauty, by the wonder of a stroke of sunlight. Perhaps at such times he made himself open to wizardry-or conversely, was as warded and safe at such moments as...

The world was so beautiful, and there was so much of it: he could gaze forever at the wonder of leaves and not see them all: could inhale the wind and not smell all its...

He had read about evil in Efanor’s little book, and how it permeated the doings of Men, but he had never foud such doings evil, rather good and bad…but none without self-interest, none he could...

He knew that he wielded magic as well as iron, and yet looked away from it, and made himself fables to explain his own presence in the world, and sought gods who might be more...

Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath? Could ever there be too much love?And could love require lies?

But, oh, how precious those things were! To look at the sky, breathe the cold wind, have fingers nipped by chill and skin stung red and heart stirred to life, gods, he had been dead...

If I can make you angry… I have passed your guard again. I have given you something to think about besides the Game

Were the seeds of next things always there, in the circle of the year, and was that how the world worked its miracles?

Science fiction is a dialogue, a tennis match, in which the Idea is volleyed from one side of the net to the other. Ridiculous to say that someone ‘stole’ an idea: no, no, a thousand...

Tabini was at least canny enough in the differences between atevi and human to know that, gut level, he might think he understood – but chances were very good that he wouldn’t, couldn’t, and never...

Not advisable is spread thickly over this entire situation.

There was love, a reliable and real love grown in a handful of days, and Tristan did not know why it was: friendship had happened to both of them, on the sudden, completely aside from...

There was a certain wisdom in doing little, when one was obliged to act in ignorance.

But his political sense kept up a persistent itch that said: A, Given ignorance in the mix, stupidity was at least as common in politics as astute maneuvering; B, Crisis always drew insects; and, C,...

He watched the desert slip under the airship’s nose, and the land roughened into highlands over which he had traveled at great cost, in great pain – dreamlike, such speed, looking down on a world...

It lent a Man a certain peace of mind… to ride through threats and terrors unhearing: it even lent a man a certain real protection, for he could not hear temptation and bad advice to...