I rest and rest, but I do not become young. — 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?

He smiled because he was alive.

“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.”