Next time -- we will roll out the red carpet for you in the United States of Arabia, my brethren!
You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.
War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
Words are things. The words he is in possession of he cannot be deprived of. Their authority transcends his ignorance of their meaning.
I remembered Father remarking once that if rudeness was not attributable to ignorance it could be taken as a sure sign that one was speaking to a member of the aristocracy.
Writing is like breathing underwater. It's really hard to do unless you can imagine yourself a nice set of gills.
You know how hard it is to feel like an extreme falcon-headed combat machine when somebody calls you "chicken man"?
To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.
Have you ever noticed how parents can go from the most wonderful people in the world to totally embarrassing in three seconds?
These squatters aren’t just aliens, drifters and undesirables. They’re new world barbarians, conquering free spaces and making them their own.
Oh you two look delicious," Bast said, licking her lips. "No, no-er, I mean wonderful. Now, off you go!
Fair means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.
It would be a dreadful thing to tell anyone about it, for it would destroy some fragile structure of truth. It was truth that might be shattered by division.
Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say “tell the truth,” and when you do, they don’t believe you. What’s the point?
We may be of the same family, but that is the very reason why we are not friends, for we are rivals for the throne. What quarrels are worse than family quarrels?
My mother? My own mother told my lady governess that if the baby and I were in danger then they should save the baby.
Your son is heir to an enormous fortune and name. Someone would be bound to bid for you him and take him as his ward.
Another husband, another new house, another new country, but I never belong anywhere and I never own anything in my own right.
I learned that books are never finished, that it is possible for stories to go on writing themselves without an author.
The body never lies. It's your spiritual tuning fork.
Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.
