Then you will have to trust me. Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope, trust me.

I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

Content, it dreams awake, and spins the fabric of tales. There is really nothing to be done with such imagery except to use it: in writing, in art.

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.

Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted.

I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.