Bad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had known his whole life. These folk knew all about death. They killed their...

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.First is the...

It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

You are unmannerly,sharp-tounged, and show no respect for your betters,which is practically everyone given your lowly ravel birth.””I am Edema Ruh to my bones.That means my blood is red.It means I breathe the free air...

Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn’t be.

He suggested several unpleasant, unsanitary things I could do to myself at my earliest convenience.

I am as lovely as the moon.

Kid’s books should be just as good as any other books. No. They should be held to a *higher* standard than other literature for the same reason that we take extra care with children’s food.

It was the sort of anger that comes to a slow boil inside the hearts of good men who want justice, and finding it out oftheir grasp, decide vengeance is the next best thing.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.

Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So...

It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.

Are you hurt?””Absolutely,” I said. “Especially in my everywhere.

I’ve always liked the moonless night best. It’s easier to say things in the dark. It’s easier to be yourself.

Bast looked at him incredulously.”The whole world is burning down,”he said.”Open your eyes.

It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled...

Sharing silence between us. Sometimes is all you can share.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our...

They were everything they ought to be and nothing else.

It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a...

If power is the only important thing, then Frodo loses against Sauron. Hell, if power’s the only important thing then Gandalf loses against Sauron. If magic is the deciding factor of a fight, then four...

This is the nature of love.” Vashet said. “To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete,...

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

It had felt as if I were truly awake for the first time, true knowledge running like ice in my blood.The memory exhilirated me for a moment, then left me with a broken cord of...

But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician’s curse.

They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.

I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. Isummoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.

No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!

The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s...

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our chilhood behind.

One wife, you’re happy, two and you’re tired, three and they’ll hate each other, four and they’ll hate you.

There is a great difference between being fearless and being brave.

Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous”.

Maple. MaypoleCatch and carry.Ash and Ember.Elderberry.Woolen. Woman.Moon at night.Willow. Window.Candlelight.Fallow farrow.Ash and oak.Bide and borrow.Chimney smoke.Barrel. Barley.Stone and stave.Wind and water.Misbehave.

What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.

The law of sympathy is one of the most basic parts of magic. It states that the more similar two objects are, the greater the sympathetic link. The greater the link, the more easily they...

The truth is that the world is full of dragons, and none of us are as powerful or cool as we’d like to be. And that sucks. But when you’re confronted with that fact, you...

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire...

After an awkward pause, Bast extended his hand. Chronicler hesitated for a bare moment before reaching out quickly, as if he were sticking his hand into a fire. Nothing happened, both of them seemed moderately...

I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

And there was Ambrose. To deem us simply enemies is to lose the true flavours of our relationship. It was more like the two of us entered into a business partnership in order to more...

A poet is a musician that can’t sing. Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no...

Don’t get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That’s a story. Handled properly, it’s more dramatic...