Well, it’s a good life and a good world, all said and done, if you don’t weaken.

Murder was so trivial in the stories Harold loved. Dead bodies were plot points, puzzles to be reasoned out. They weren’t brothers. Plot points didn’t leave behind grieving sisters who couldn’t find their shoes.

Lancelot and Guinevere – they looked like two flowers, bright enough to turn to each other for sunlight.

Dear V.,I’m a terrible actor and this city is fucking freezing and I miss you.- A.

The monster, Hitler, died like Uther, frightened, hiding, haunted by his crimes and his wholly reasonable belief that all decent human beings would turn their backs on him. Who really cares where Hitler’s bones lie,...

The essence of wisdom is to know when to be doing, and when it’s useless even to try

Rest you here, enchanter, while the light fades,Vision narrows, and the farSky-edge is gone with the sun.Be content with the small sparkOf the coal, the smellOf food, and the breathOf frost beyond the shut door....

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more…

It is not any common earth,Water or wood or air,But Merlin’s Isle of GramaryeThat you and I will fare.

(…)Through the ship’s telescopes, he had watched the death of the solar system. With his own eyes, he had seen the volcanoes of Mars erupt for the first time in a billion years; Venus briefly...

Streams of consequence flow from every action, and from every conflict there are two paths by which events may go.

If God made this world, then i would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.