Stephen R. Donaldson Quotes

He Who Waits For The Sword To Fall Upon His Neck Will Surely Lose His Head.

Where Do You Get Dreams Like This?

I Had No Intention Of Pursuing Either The Characters Or The Setting Further.

Everything Dies, From The Smallest Blade Of Grass To The Biggest Galaxy.

Part Of Him Wanted To Weep... But His Purpose Was Rigid Within Him. He Felt He Could Not Bend To Gentleness Without Breaking.

Steven Erikson Is An Extraordinary Writer. I Read Gardens Of The Moon With Great Pleasure. And Now That I Have Read It, I Would Be Hard Pressed To Decide What I Enjoyed More: The Richly And Ominously Magical World Of Malaz And Genabackis; The Large Cast Of Sympathetically-rendered Characters; Or The Way The Story Accumulates To A Climax That Hits Like Machinegun Fire. My Advice To Anyone Who Might Listen To Me Is, Treat Yourself To Gardens Of The Moon. And My Entirely Selfish Advice To Steven Erikson Is, Write Faster.

Futility Is The Defining Characteristic Of Life.

The Heart Cherishes Secrets Not Worth The Telling

We Need Metaphors Of Magic And Monsters In Order To Understand The Human Condition.

The Story Of Terisa And Geraden Began Very Much Like A Fable. She Was A Princess In A High Tower. He Was A Hero Come To Rescue Her. She Was The Only Daughter Of Wealth And Power. He Was The Seventh Son Of The Lord Of The Seventh Care. She Was Beautiful From The Auburn Hair That Crowned Her Head To The Tips Of Her White Toes. He Was Handsome And Courageous. She Was Held Prisoner By Enchantment. He Was A Fearless Breaker Of Enchantments. As In All The Fables, They Were Made For Each Other.

We Didn't Make The World. All We Have To Do Is Live In It.

Joy Is In The Ears That Hear.