What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

Men see what they are most afraid of.

I do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness.

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.

When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

At its best, fantasy rewards the reader with a sense of wonder about what lies within the heart of the commonplace world. The greatest tales are told over and over, in many ways, through centuries. Fantasy changes with the changing times, and yet it is still the oldest kind of tale in the world, for it began once upon a time, and we haven't heard the end of it yet.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.