We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang.

Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it

Mother, I want to see him fly!

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.

That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.