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...

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

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.

You’re going to be missing a few teeth if you don’t explain yourself,” I growled.

Good to see you too, Otto.” -Sydney Rose

To connect is to dissolve the imaginary pyramids of artificial privilege.

I began composing the next poem, the one that was to be written next. Not the last poem of those I had read, but the poem written in the head of someone who may never...

You read, move your lips, figure out the words, and it’s like you’re in two places at the same time: you’re sitting or lying with your legs curled up, your hand groping in the bowl,...

The thought of that kid pulling a knife on the other, for something as trivial as a stereo, was unconscionable to a simple, peace-loving man like Nathan, who grew up in a time when people...

Never more than once.

You won’t find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn

You retain the Ki. Whether or not you become a warrior is for you to discover.

He was king, if he didn’t have enemies he wasn’t doing it right.

When a mortal man breaks a people, it is always blamed on the gods.

On a scale ranging from very little to too much, Merkin could just about categorize the amount of personal data stored in Master Loo’s computer as a shitload.

I know perfectly well he’s a god, too. But what I think is he’ll be much godlier after he’s dead.

Run first,’ Shane said. ‘Mourn later.’It was the perfect motto for Morganville.

As for peace, it was never free and laws were made to be broken. Peacemaker or lawbreaker, someone, somewhere always paid the price no matter what side of the words they were on.

This mindless tolerance, which places observable scientific facts, subject to proof, on the same level as unprovable supernatural fantasy, has played a major role in the resurgence of both anti-intellectualism and anti-rationalism.

In the City Market is the Meet Café. Followers of obsolete, unthinkable trades doodling in Etruscan, addicts of drugs not yet synthesized, pushers of souped-up harmine, junk reduced to pure habit offering precarious vegetable serenity,...

Nothing haunts the world more than the words of the dead.

The fantastic is always a break in the acknowledged order, an irruption of the inadmissible within the changeless everyday legality

We rode on the winds of the rising storm,We ran to the sounds of the thunder.We danced among the lightning bolts,and tore the world asunder.

Far more beguiling than the idea that evil can be destroyed by throwing a piece of expensive jewelry into a volcano is the possibility that evil can be defused by talking. The fantasy of justice...

The cry that ‘fantasy is escapist’ compared to the novel is only an echo of the older cry that novels are ‘escapist’ compared with biography, and to both cries one should make the same answer:...

How may a mortal, face and defeat the Kraken

When hunting a Maltese Falcon, catch it, but don’t scratch it!

People with imagination

Stars are the souls of old sailors. They plot the skies and guide the wayward home.

Reunion with the mother is a siren call haunting our imagination. Once there was bliss, and now there is struggle. Dim memories of life before the traumatic separation of birth may be the source of...

Mitsuko told me that you make your jewellery yourself. You’re very talented, they’re really lovely pieces, but I wouldn’t want to take them away from you. It’s you that makes these jewels really beautiful!

We may say that the characters in fairytales are ‘good to think with’…[and that] the job of the fairytale is to show that Why? questions cannot be answered except in one way: by telling the...

So why isn’t the world overrun with evil spirits?”Moira stared at her, a half-smile on her face. “Who says it isn’t?

Are you imperfect, romantically irrational, ridiculously fearless, and utterly illogical? You’re my ideal reader, friend, partner. I’m your fan.

I felt that I was breaking him apart as much as I was breaking myself apart. I imagined that pain in his mercury eyes and the silent tears whispered their way down my cheeks. Silent...

Those secrets residing in their hearts and minds held magnificent Energy. Humans were too inept to see it as anything but evil.

Ranerio wrapped his hand around mine, guiding my fingers like Lucius had done when he’d shown me the latch behind the dressing-room door mirror. But while the warrior I loved had been offering me an...