De modo que esa es la diferencia entre contar una historia y estar dentro una historia: el miedo.
If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.
A Tinker’s Debt is Always Paid: Once for a simple trade. Twice for freely given aid. Thrice for any insult made.
Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous”.
As I lay there, I realized I had been wrong before, this was the most wonderful moment of my life.
Vashet shook a finger and cuffed the young girl on the side of her head. It was the same scolding any child receives. Stay out of the neighbor’s garden. Don’t tease the Bentons’ sheep. Don’t play tag among the thousand spinning knives of your people’s sacred tree.
What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.
Los nombres dan forma al mundo, y un hombre que puede pronunciarlos va camino del poder.
Todos los hombres sabios temen tres cosas: la tormenta en el mar, la noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre apacible.
Don’t put beets in the soup, Reshi. They’re foul.
But a leader is not a muscle. A leader is a mind.
In the future, when Joss Whedon and I are best friends and hanging out together in my tree fort, I hope Neil Gaiman comes over too.
The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.
Too much looking can get in the way of seeing”.
The world needs people like you,′ Simmon said in the tone of voice that let me know he was turning philosophical. ‘You get things done. Not always the best way, or the most sensible way, but it gets done nonetheless. You’re a rare creature.
I tend to think too much, Bast. My greatest successes came from decisions I made when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right. Even if there was no good explanation for what I did.” He smiled wistfully. “Even if there were very good reasons for me not to do what I did.
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. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.
Si estad leyendo esto, seguramente estoy muerto.
He felt himself go cold as he suddenly realized what a dangerous game he was playing. So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.
This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.