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Can't all beasts be tamed?
Betrayal would be a different sort of sick.
Because she was a princess she had a pegasus.
I long for another human face just as I fear it.
There are things you don't want to know you can do
Charlie is one of the big good guys in my universe.
The Lone Ranger of vampires. Did that make me Tonto?
The story is always better than your ability to write it.
I almost wish I'd had the forethought to eat a tree myself.
He didn't look insane or inhuman. He did look uncooperative.
Tiny fists can hurt quite a lot when they hit you in the face.
The insides of our own minds are the scariest things there are.
it goes something like 'There are a lot of ways to be yourself.
Say yes, babe, or I'll spill you off over the Wall next time - got it?
Your attitude is perhaps a little unnecessarily rigorous," suggested Jack.
We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.
Perhaps it is a human thing, to look upon such beauty and fail to encompass it.
As I have said, you have no reason to trust me, and an excellent reason not to.
Sometimes it is better not to know. Sometimes when you do know you just fold up.
He will apologize, or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.
Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for.
the touch of evil poisons by the idea of it. Reject the idea, and you've rejected the evil
Can you trust me, he said. Not will you. Can you. Can I trust him? What do I have to lose?
All you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired? I sat very diligently, she said.
It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs.
With the knowledge of her aloneness came a rush of self-declaration: “I will not be nothing.”
Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.
Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously creepy. This one's name was Constantine. We'd met before.
I said with perfect honest, "I have no intention of trying to take these suckers out by myself, no.
If you wish, I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney.
It is a much more straightforward thing to be a dog, and a dog's love, once given, is not reconsidered.
It was too important a matter, this talking to people, and listening to them, to do it lightly or often.
He laughed, tried to make it into a cough, inhaled at exactly the wrong moment, and then really did cough.
If you try to breathe water, you will not turn into a fish, you will drown; but water is still good to drink.
[Gonturan] is a true friend, but a friend with thoughts of her own, and the thoughts of others are dangerous.
I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.
I wondered what you'd have on the side with a plate of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine mash?
One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.
Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters.
And if my choice is to sit graciously in my best robes and accept the inevitable or to bail a sea with a bucket, give me the bucket.
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.
One doesn't generally look into mirrors when one is especially angry; one has better things to do, like pace the floor or throw things.
Then marry me. For I love you, and I do not believe there is anything so wrong with you. You are fair in my eyes and you lie fair on my heart.
You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.
Tell me who you are. You need not tell me your name. Names have power, even human ones. Tell me where you live and what you do with your living.
I've always been fascinated by the grassroots folktale level of a culture, and as a storyteller, I have to follow what seems to be leading me on.
...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.
But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it.
It seems to me further, that it is very odd that fate should leave so careful a trail, and spend so little time preparing the one that must follow it.
Cigars should be like onions," she said, unfastening the catch and pushing back the pane. "Either the whole company does, or the whole company does not.