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 don’t like Iago, or the Reverend Slope or any of the other villains of literature, the god of traditional Judaism...

War is an infidel; it holds no loyalties, neither to king nor countryman. She is a whore, selling herself to the highest bidder. Victory is bought in blood and steel.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

What is damage but forcing yourself, memories of yourself, onto someone else? Coloring someone else’s body. In reality, it’s sort of romantic. It’s why we love to hurt each other.

The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.

And she has come to make you free.

Choices are exhibited through the notions of free will,temptation challenges them.

Garion,’ she said very calmly, ‘the universe knew your name before that moon up there was spun out of the emptiness. Whole constellations have been waiting for you since the beginning of time.’I didn’t want them to, Aunt Pol.’There are those of us who aren’t given that option, Garion. There are things that gave to...

Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

I will not wear a tulle-tailed dunce cap for anyone or for any reason.

It was an irresistible development of modern illustration (so largely photographic) that borders should be abandoned and the “picture” end only with the paper. This method may be suitable for for photographs; but it is altogether inappropriate for the pictures that illustrate or are inspired by fairy-stories. An enchanted forest requires a margin, even an...

We are plain qiuet folk and I have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!(Bilbo Beutlin in: The Hobbit)

there are some some times in life where you have to let your feelings go and do what must be done

He was dirty, his hair unkempt, his clothes stained with blood. Heroes in stories somehow managed to rescue maidens while looking like court dandies. Next time he went adventuring he’d remember to bring a comb.

I didn’t want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn’t want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships that didn’t make sense.

You mean run away? Wolves don’t run from a fight.” Rebecca Winters in Lone Wolf Rising

Children seem to need, then, a delicate balance between the realistic and the fantastic in their art; enough of the realistic to know that the story matters, enough of the fantastic to make what matters wonderful

And then Harry Potter had launched in to a speech that was inspiring, yet vague. A speech to the effect that Fred and George and Lee had tremendous potential if they could just learn to be weirder. To make people’s live surreal, instead of just surprising them with the equivalents of buckets of water propped...

Up and down,” Meera would sigh sometimes as they walked, “then down and up. Then up and down again. I hate these stupid mountains of yours, Prince Bran.””Yesterday you said you loved them.””Oh, I do. My lord father told me about mountains, but I never saw one till now. I love them more than I...

To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the vast external cosmos, and away from all that introversion and introspection, that morbidly exaggerated prying into one’s own vitals—and the vitals of others—which Robinson Jeffers has so aptly symbolized as “incest.”...

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

He dismounted and lifted his arms to Shae. Light as she was, he had to step backward when she leaned into him. He steadied them both, and then turned to instruct the groom. When Kai looked for her again, Shae was gone. A smile touched his mouth as he went through an archway in the...

From the beginning, I did not intend to create a typical classic fantasy. I wanted an organic, harmonious world where my story could evolve. If this world needed gnomes, I put them in there. As for drevalyankas, pikshas, bolugs and other totally original creatures, they appeared there somehow by themselves in the course of events,...

I consider fantasy the heir of mythology, addressing a real human need to seek out answers to life’s many mysteries. It is a genre that can tell an entertaining and enthralling story on the surface, and yet deliver a potent message underneath, where everything becomes a symbol of something greater.

Hector wished suddenly that leaving the circus was as easy as joining. He didn’t fancy the ghost of Harvey Burfoot hunting him down and passing judgement on him. Troupe mythology varied on the details – some said he had the ability to stop your heart with just a stare, others that he strangled you with...

Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.

Inside the flower, within the very structure of its petals, my soul is an element of nature, at one with the blooming Meadow Pinx in the fields on the coast of Marnan.

…The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue.This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day.I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me.’I’m not dead!’ I sputtered. ‘I’m not dead!’- Harry Dresden, Death Masks,...

I guess I had always sort of fantasized that a guy would see me and get past the ponytail and the glasses and the giant sweatshirt to discover how insanely awesome I am, then come and whisk me off into that magical teenager fairytale where everyone else gets to prance around.

The fantastic in literature doesn’t exist as a challenge to what is probable, but only there where it can be increased to a challenge of reason itself: the fantastic in literature consists, when all has been said, essentially in showing the world as opaque, as inaccessible to reason on principle. This happens when Piranesi in...

Why would Dad call you? I mean, you have to admit that he would have been better off calling the local prison and asking them to send out one of the convicted killers to come find me. – Shella

Friendship is just love that has yet to sprout wings and take flight.

Ketika kau memiliki firasat buruk tentang kehilangan orang yang paling berharga, kau akan mencoba untuk tidak mempercayainya. Tetapi jika kelak firasat itu semakin nyata, kau akan melakukan apa pun untuk menjaga orang yang paling berharga itu. Sekalipun akhirnya kau tetap kehilangannya!

A part of me sought the light in all the people I knew, but with the Shadows, it was like bringing them back from a subterfuge comma. Literally tearing the veil of blackness down and showing them the luminescence of light.

Where there is a monster, there is a miracle.

Who are you?Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?I have. I am fucking crazy.But I am free.

I’d rather be lost than be somewhere I don’t belong.

At his words not my body, but my soul bucked, decimating barriers that until then had been untouched.

What do you insolent merfolks want with me now? I swear I haven’t eaten any of your children.”-Ursula

It’s all short, sweet and simple, but it’s all a moment’s worth.

But it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

Energy is a being yet is not. For it to materialise it must be pure thus it turns into a crystal like form.That is the true being of the Elders and the Three Immortal Blades.And your body has been cursed with it.”Max Jacket- The Three Immortal Blades

An elegant sari was draped across her figure; magnificent, painstakingly embroidered, and in a shade of deep red, it was even more lavish than the gowns she had worn every day since arriving at the castle. Her lips and eyes were painted, and though she looked beautiful she had never been more miserable.

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it’d created the only type of guy I could touch—a fantasy one.

It’s not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It’s often only in the lies that we refuse to speak that truth can be heard at all.

I’m sorry I ruined your homecoming.”He kissed me once more and then shook his head. “The only thing that could ruin this is not being with you.

My father always said that government is like watching another man piss in your boot. Someone feels better but it certainly isn’t you.

It was always easy to think that happiness and wisdom lay in the shadows, in places that have never yet been seen.

Let’s try to limit our use of stealth mode from now on,” I said.

Most of the time romance isn’t even about love, anyway. It’s about escape. Fantasy. Salvation from the mundane. Save me from boredom, from exhaustion, from my undersexed body, from microwave dinners and reality TV, from going to bed alone with a vibrator or a cat. Save me from my desperately ordinary life.