Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.
Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts.
She has given you something of value: the truth in her heart.
He will not succeed in this,” Taran said. “Somehow, we must find a way to escape. We dare not lose hope.” “I agree absolutely,” Fflewddur answered. “Your general idea is excellent; it’s only the details that are lacking…
I decided that adventure was the best way to learn about writing.
…Writings can be stolen, or changed, or used for evil purposes. But isn’t the risk worth taking? The more people who share knowledge, the greater safeguard for it. Isn’t there more danger in ignorance than knowledge?
-“He loved her…It was noble of him. It was beautiful.”-“It was stupid.
Forgive me….I called you an idiot. I spoke too hastily. You are not. Had I given it more thought, I would have called you a scoundrel.
Books can truly change our lives: the lives of those who read them, the lives of those who write them. Readers and writers alike discover things they never knew about the world and about themselves.
Keep reading. It’s one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.
And so shall honor Morgant,” Gwydion said, “for what he used to be, and Ellidyr Prince of Pen-Llarcau for what he became.
I can’t imagine why knowledge, truth and love should be so much of a secret
The vitality of art is its capacity for infinite expansion. One form doesn’t preclude another any more than the existence of Mozart makes the existence of Bach superfluous.
I only suggest to you: Will you dwell on killing this man? You wish for revenge? If you do, he has already killed you by slow poison. So, let it go. Why waste your time? His life will see to his death.
I can’t make sense out of that girl,” he said to the bard, “Can you?” “Never mind,” Fflewddur said, “We aren’t really expected to.
Two things never mix: one is enchantments and the other is meddling with them.
No, no,” said Taran slowly, “It would be folly to think of attacking them.” He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. “The bards would sing of us,” he admitted, “but we’d be in no position to appreciate it.
All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts.
Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty too.
A taste for adventure is by no means a masculine monopoly.
What you may seek and what you may find are not always one.
Is there worse evil than that which goes in the mask of good?
For man to be worthy of any rank, he must strive first to be a man.
Is a man truly what he see himself to be?”Only if what he sees is true.
Thinking is a bit uncomfortable, but you’ll get used to it. A matter of time and practice.
Surely you can entrust your task to your friends.” “No,” said Taran, after a long pause, “I have taken it on myself through my own choice.””If that is so,” answered Medwyn, “then you can give it up through your own choice.
Every living thing deserves our respect… be it humble or proud, ugly or beautiful.
No matter what has happened, you’re not a pig-boy; you’re an Assistant Pig Keeper!
That is why your sacrifice was all the more difficult. You chose to be a hero not through enchantment but through your own manhood.
Any fool can tell a story. Take a few odds and ends of things that happen to you, dress them up, shuffle them about, add a dash of excitement, a little color, and there you have it.
If a storyteller worried about the facts – my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?
Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.
The only thing a cat worries about is what’s happening right now. As we tell the kittens, you can only wash one paw at a time.
I, too, shall seek honor. But I shall seek it where I know it will be found.
Keep out of this,” Lucian said. “I’m not smiting anybody.””You’re showing mercy.” Catch-a-Tick nodded. “That’s heroic, too. But not as good as smiting.
The ocean filled the footprints where a boy and cat had stood.
But, alas, in most of us good and bad are closely woven as the threads on a loom; greater wisdom than mine is needed for the judging.
Every man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone.
Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer. But don’t forget to put out your nets!
My luck’s no greater than yours or any man’s. You need only sharpen your eyes to see your luck when it comes, and sharpen your wits to use what falls into your hands.
Until the thirst for power parched his throat, he was a fearless and noble lord.
Gwydion stood as a wolf at bay, his green eyes glittering, his teeth bared.
We learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.