To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

Man would not be man if his dreams did not exceed his grasp... If I remember the sunflower forest it is because from its hidden reaches man arose. The green world is his sacred center. In moments of sanity he must still seek refuge there.

You think that way as you begin to get grayer and you see pretty plainly that the game is not going to end as you planned.

The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its evil and good are perpetually within us.

Fire, as we have learned to our cost, has an insatiable hunger to be fed. It is a nonliving force that can even locomote itself.

Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.