The secret to getting away with lying, is believing with all your heart. That goes for lying to yourself even more so than lying to another.

You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.

If you could disagree with kings, were gods so far above?

The end of the world was supposed to be gradual. There was supposed to be warning. A long, slow slide. What we got was punctuated equilibrium: a stately wobbling, then a sudden tipping point. There was plenty of warning, I suppose. We just weren’t paying attention.

She said, "You're a warrior. So how do you kill without rage?" "In compassion. Because of necessity." Hrahima set the empty water bowl back in Samarkar's hands. "The same way you carry water.

Every one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.

Like the minor poet who knows the meanness of his gift, I am doomed to a lifetime of frustration: to be able to comprehend beauty, but not create it.