He smiled because he was alive. — Stephen Donaldson

Do not be too quick to judge the makers of worlds. Will you ever write a story for which no character will have caused to reproach you?

“I’ll tell you what it is. It’s a goddam miracle, that’s what it is.”

“Come, now,” the older man murmured. “I don’t believe in miracles—neither do you.”

Verily, wisdom is like hunger. Perhaps it is a very fine thing—but who would willingly partake of it?