People don’t care about being duped as long as they’re happy, which is the shortest form of happiness; hence ‘self-duprication’ becomes a habit.

Comforting lies are better than a hurting truth, is my policy, but it’s impossible to lie in front of you

I couldn’t say the real reason for my call when he asked me, ‘Anything else?’ It was hard for me to end the call. There was nothing I could say to him directly, but there...

Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

Maybe at the very bottom of it… I really don’t like God. You know, it’s silly to say I don’t like God because I don’t believe in God, but in the same sense that I...

Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

It’s not a question of can or can’t. There are some things in life you just do.

The world of a cat is unlike any other. What is seen through their eyes cannot be understood by anyone besides another cat. Their world is filled with secrets and adventures that are always present...

Death is unstoppable. One must face it as a fact of life

Love has an extreme capacity to offer everything we need but not without extreme pain. Anyone who tastes the sweet fruit -joy of love, deserves to taste the bitter fruit -pain of separation. Nobody should...

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead...

Love is an invisible force that makes you realize that reality is better than fantasy.

In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. I love you.

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

The dead are not always so dumb as you think, it takes much more to die than you would believe.

I cannot pretend that I regard this with favor, but the purpose of life is not what we want but what needs to be done.

So tall and lithe in his suede and leather outfit. So utterly gorgeous it almost ached to look at him.

While my chosen form of story-writing is obviously a special and perhaps a narrow one, it is none the less a persistent and permanent type of expression, as old as literature itself. There will always...

It is so easy at times for a lonely individual to begin fantasizing about what the people outside are saying about him and, in result, irrationally and fearfully, and sometimes angrily, fancy himself a villain.

When we get there, don’t go in huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

jinn . . . occupy bodies which are in a liminal state . . . when consciousness is a sheet of copper beaten down, mirroring only the moment

V settled back against the pillows and measured the hard line of her chin.”Take off your coat.””Excuse me?””Take it off.””No.””I want it off.””Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won’t affect me in the slightest,...

In te c’è più di quanto tu non sappia, figlio dell’Occidente cortese. Coraggio e saggezza, in giusta misura mischiati. Se un maggior numero di noi stimasse cibo, allegria e canzoni al di sopra dei tesori...

Adventuring turned out to be boring. Zach thought back to all the fantasy books he’d read where a team of questers traveled overland, and realized a few things. First he’d pictured himself with a loyal...

Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.

As far as I’m concerned, you’re changing the fate of another human being. Maybe he isn’t meant to be elected to office. Maybe humans deserve to live with electing the wrong person.

It was time to confront the old bat with the damage she’d caused this time. Then, he promised himself, he’d strangle her for meddling in affairs that were none of her business, and kidnapping a...

Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.

Jamal stared at the dog in his arms. “Why I am I holding a dog full of angels?

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

when i’m reading the bible its feels like im the one who write it.

Starting now,

What had survived – maybe all that had survived of Trism – was Liir’s sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell...

When it begins it is like a light in a tunnel, a rush of steel andsteam across a torn up life. It is a low rumble, an earthquake in theback of the mind. My spine...

Good music always defeats bad luck.

Ian looked skyward to see the firedrake soaring overhead. Its mass was a black deluge, an eclipse of aberrant origins, and its wings were tautly wound, like a spider’s web. Scales that shown like bejeweled...

C’è perspicacia nella follia.

In the deep Mysteries of the world, their belong time, still unexplored and to be explored.

One’s options in this world are as vast as the horizon, which is technically a circle and thus infinitely broad. Yet we must choose each step we take with utmost caution, for the footprints we...

The mouse began to shift and Kammy marvelled at the sight. Soon a second boy stood before her. She hardly noticed Eric appear beside him.He was dressed much like Eric, though his shirt hung looser...

Come! our world is done:For all the witchery of the world is fled,And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.

At Tara in this fateful hour,I place all Heaven with its power,And the sun with its brightness,And the snow with its whiteness,And the fire with all the strength it hath,And the lightning with its rapid...

One man carries salvation and damnation from the desert.

If rules make a framework for the mind to climb about in, why should the mind not climb right out?

I felt your sorrow before I even knew something was wrong. It hit me like a freight train of boulders. You made the sky rain fireballs with red lightning. Need I say more?

Death was a leech; no matter which side of the spectrum you were on, either dead or alive, it fed. It either acquired your soul or devoured all your joyful emotions.

The townspeople took the prince for deadWhen he never returned with the dragon’s headWhen with her, he stayedShe thought he’d be too afraidBut he loved her too much instead.