There will always be bad times... It’s the getting back up again that counts.” – Gallen in “Intrigues.
Oh, well. I’ll just tuck it in my subconscious, and it’ll wake me up in the middle of the night, probably.
Cats do what cats will do, and neither man nor god can do anything about it.
Have I mentioned before that being responsible sucks?
Whenever things seemed to be ticking along like clockwork, somewhere under the surface there were always gears slipping.
There’s your real heroes – the people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them.
There are times when – when being alone is a hurt that’s worse than dying. When it’s easier to die than to be alone. Aren’t there?
We could also come to the question of motive, although as any good detective will tell you, you need to find the means first, then the opportunity, all bolstered by evidence, and then you will have the motive without needing to look for it. You don’t immediately go about accusing every random person who has motive to kill someone.” He chuckled. “If you did that, you’d be arresting a great many innocent people.
Be careful when someone repeats something too often; things that are repeated often enough can start to seem to be true, even when they are not.
That’s religion as an excuse. Sometimes it seems to me that when religious fervor enters the mind, the wits pack up entirely and fly out the ear,” Karal replied a bit sourly. “But worst of all is when powerful, ruthless people use the religious fervor of others to further their own greed.
Answers are terribly seductive. The simpler they are, the more seductive they become.
I was not. I was. I am not. I care not.
And the Emperor’s dunderheaded idiot Knights of the Throne would refuse to ride a mare or a gelding. This made absolutely no sense at all, of course. If Kordas had been an enemy commander, one of his first moves would be to send a loose, wild mare in heat out onto the battlefield as soon as the Knights put in an appearance, but in the Empire, when masculine ego came into play, logic flew right out the window.
Your Grandfather,” said Vanyel’s brawny 15 year-old cousin Radevel, “was Crazy.
Priests look inward to their own small souls and try to impress that smallness on the world, when they should be looking at the greatness of the universe and trying to impress that upon their souls.
If you want to make your enemy into something you can hate, you first remove his humanity... Had Ulrich said that at one point, or had that been something he’d heard during one of Solaris’ speeches? It was true, whoever had said it, and the Chronicles had certainly tried to remove all vestige of humanity from these Heralds. Make them only icons. When they are seen as a type, and not as individuals, they are easy for a fanatical mind to grasp – and hate.
Mostly, though, Jonaton talked about geometry, Imaging, herbs and cures, and his cats. Anyone’s cats, really. Often, he brought Imager pictures of various cats, and added funny captions to them. They always raised laughs as they were passed table to table.
Good bed, deep sleep, big breakfast, and one could outpace anything except a Night Person. Their ways were mysterious and full of cats.
I’m going to be just as nasty as you are – but I’m going to do it with more style.
Goodbye, Mac,” she said for the last time, and left unsaid a million more things.
And in Magic, belief is the most important component.