We need metaphors of magic and monsters in order to understand the human condition.

Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.

This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.

I respect my limitations, but I don't use them as an excuse.

However you look at it, in these books "power" tends to be an expression of the essential nature of the person or being whose power it is. On those occasions when we've seen Lord Foul act directly, he seems to exert the withering force of pure scorn. IMHO, that's pretty intense.

Any belief that puts itself beyond doubt nurtures its own collapse.

Where do you get dreams like this?