Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?

Legends are best left as legends and attempts to make them real are rarely successful

I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I'd rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.

Man may trust man, Prince Elric, but perhaps we'll never have a truly sane world until men learn to trust mankind. That would mean the death of magic, I think.

Is the prisoner a prisoner because he lives in a cage or because he knows that he lives in a cage?

Americans need bullshit the way koala bears need eucalyptus leaves. They've become totally addicted to it. They get so much of it back home that they can't survive without it.

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.