Nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.
That’s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.
Should I expect her to always love me best, and most, and only?
These were bad memories, but over the years I had brought them out and handled them so often there was hardly a sharp edge left to them.
I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying to much”.
I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.
Everyone knows one story, I thought. Everyone knows at least one.
Too many people think speed is the hallmark of a good musician.
Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold.
I brought you a feather with the spring wind in it, but since you were late... ′ she looked a me gravely, ’you get a coin instead.
Eventually, Bast spoke up. “May I ask a question, Reshi?” Kote smiled gently. “Always, Bast.” “A troublesome question?” “Those tend to be the only worthwhile kind.
A pinned butterfly holds no delight. A pinned butterfly is nothing like a butterfly at all.
A story is like a nut. A fool will swallow it whole and choke. A fool will throw it away, think it of little worth. But a wise woman finds a way to crack the shell and eat the meant inside.
I smiled back at him and for a second I almost felt guilty about how I’d written the receipt. I also felt guilty about the three pens I’d stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.
I went looking for a legend and found a lizard. A fascinating lizard, but a lizard just the same.
Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.
The world is a mess and I just need to rule it.
There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.