Sometimes the complexities of the mind can be intriguing, but the dark side of one’s thoughts can create its own phobias.

Love is whole. Love cannot be divided from itself. Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.

The reality of life is chaos; the fantasy of man is order. (..) The world of art, the world of games, the world of politics, so many worlds men make for themselves, are in a...

But it is cute. It’s such a boy thing to do.Drop dead.Aw, you say the most romantic things.

If any man tries to stop us, cut him down.

Vacation, I go there in my mind. Especially when I’m at work, getting paid for it.

I think people should take mythology much more seriously, because it tells us an awful lot about the history of the human race. We tend to dismiss it as ‘fairy tales,’ when it isn’t. Fairy...

My love, a person is better judged by how they treat their inferiors than their betters. That is the true measure of a man, or a woman. Think you that you are so far above...

The cover of a book is akin to the door of a home; if it is welcoming and enticing, it beckons you and your visit will be all the more pleasurable and desirable.

Corvid looked up at her. “Oh, hello Doris.””Gertie, dear,” she said. “They call me Gertie.””You used to be Doris,” Corvid said as a matter of fact.”Who?” She seemed unsure of what she was being told.”Doris,...

Come in, Martise.” Silhara’s voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. “There are no soul eaters here.” No, she thought. Only heart thieves.

The Question is actually the answer

Use Jesus Motor Fuel—Put a savior in your tank!

What is it, you ask?” Kali said, trying to cover her surprise with nonchalant words. “I haven’t thought of a name yet. Got any ideas?””Shit,” the pirate said, said of. The gag made elocution difficult.”That...

I had said that Le Guin’s worlds were real because her people were so real, and he said yes, but the people were so real because they were the people the worlds would have produced....

Gerry reached up to smooth a bit of that snowy mane. The strands slipped through his fingers like silk to reveal a witch’s mark, a spiral of olive-green stones that seemed to be a part...

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill,...

She was every inch the skeletal goddess that had been promised by the bones of her feet.

Underwater, bubbles erupted before my eyes as a swift hand snatched my arm and pulled me to the surface. I gasped for air, coughing and gagging at the amount of water I sucked into my...

A wise man once said that any human being is capable of infinite achievement, so long as it’s not the work they’re supposed to be doing.

Fire looked into his quiet eyes, touched his dear familiar face and considered the question.

I am only a dead Sciomancer, but I must warn you of fire and kisses.

Magic is a dangerous thing, child. It isn’t something to use lightly.

You have this annoying ability to say the perfect thing and then ruin it by still talking.

A leprechaun did not just kill off my car in a hailstorm.

A set of huge marble busts stared smugly down from on high: great merchants and financiers of Styrian history, by the look of them. Criminals made heroes by colossal success.

There is an exuberance in good fantasy quite unlike the most exalted moments of realistic fiction. Both forms have similar goals; but realism walks where fantasy dances.

War is not one-sided. It takes two blades to clash. It matters little who comes out on top, there is still a dead man at the end.

Poetry restores language by breaking it, and I think that much contemporary writing restores fantasy, as a genre of writing in contrast to a genre of commodity or a section in a bookstore, by breaking...

It was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table and pressing my shuttering lips against his burning flesh. My palms were sweating profusely causing me to have to wipe them against...

There are moments in my life when I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed to do. I pay attention to them. They’re my cosmic landmarks, letting me...

The difference between a dream and a fantasy is action.

I’m not that pitiful little girl you bullied last year.

The throbbing shimmy spread through my hips and thighs. I could have sworn my body started to glow as if light were shooting from my fingertips and each strand of hair.

In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win—but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the...

Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

If it has a name or a description it has or will exist at some point in time

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!

I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It’s not a big deal.” Anger replaced my fear. I didn’t like being treated like a child. “Stop calling me that. You don’t even...

Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519?

He was looking for a brightness, a resolve, a triumph over tomorrow that hardly seemed to be there. Perhaps he had expected their faces to burn and glitter with the knowledge they carried, to glow...

The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry – actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the...

The most preposterous notion that Homo sapiens has ever dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, Shaper and Ruler of all the Universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His creatures, can be swayed...

…Amongst these legends of dragon hoards,Where secret, precious things are stored,There golden nugget and diamond shard,There treasure-keeper hoped to guard.As bolted doorway securely braced,hoping its treasures to ever hold,hoping beyond when time grows old,So stood...

That’s it? That’s all that happens after you topple from grace? We lose our rubies and rations?” Marshall smirked. “Woe is me.

Few living do.””Then, have I…I mean, am I-“”Oh, no, child! You are still very much alive! Though I may say, not as Alive as you might be if you had died.

Whoever is messing with my daughter, messing with my home, will be sorry they chose to play this game. I’ll be screaming checkmate before they even realise I moved my pawns…

Men of passion and vision are often seen as mad.

zip up your fly, Don Juan.” She rolled her eyes and turned for the door.

He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.