Fantasy Quotes - Page 13

Milcas raced out his door, anxious to find the answer to this riddle and discover the source of hope for a Roegan in Fargranther; the propellant of an unheard of, forgotten, impossible, and by all accounts, damned idea.

It had become their creation, and they all would know it.

Do not forget about the butterflies.

I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are... seductive. And I like words because they can contain... fantasies.

Books pull you to other worlds ... let them, and enjoy the adventure.

It wasn't premeditated. It was what needed to be done. So I did it.

Excuse me for a moment, will ye. I think I have to talk to the river,' he said unsteadily and flopped over the side-rail.

People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.

Ye are a scoundrel, a black-hearted robber and a rogue,' Stubble said cheerily to the grumbling captain. It was his usual way of haggling, and he'd beaten down the riverman to a decent price for conveying himself and Anvar to Lankarn.

I once knew a girl who was like a dying rainbow. Her colors were incomparable, her countenance a whirlwind of brilliance. As much as she shone, however, she faded into nothingness, at times so quickly that I was unsure whether she had existed at all.

There are storm clouds before the storm, there are the living before the dead. I need a figurehead, a banner bearer who will announce my arrival to the world.

The Lord of Rags and Tatters.

He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

So I find words I never thought to speak

In streets I never thought I should revisit

When I left my body on a distant shore.

Fantasy is totally wide open; all you really have to do is follow the rules you've set. But if you're writing about science, you have to first learn what you're writing about.

Hope was never meant to be
A future shared alone,
As life cannot be won or lost
It was never ours to own.

Is it not enough to shine,
To know that friends are true?
That love is born of friendship,
And who you are is you?

Know yourself, not a face, in love, a deeper grace.

I wish for all who look for Gold,
Shall find one letter less,
A world where trying always wins,
And leaves the loser blessed.

...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don’t think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn’t any plans on sharing our bed.