Even if your goose habitually lays golden eggs, it will still be cooked.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.

I'm somebody who considers happiness a journey, not a destination.

Soon,” said the crackling voice of the flame, coming from behind him, “they will fall. Soon they will fall and the star people will meet the earth people. There will be heroes among them, and men who will slay monsters and bring knowledge, but none of them will be gods. This is a poor place for gods.

Loyalty was a great thing, but no lieutenants should be forced to choose between their leader and a circus with elephants.

I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?

Does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry?