Tanith Lee Quotes
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'‘Not everything that walks is a man,’' said the boulder conversationally, '‘and not everything that lies quiet is a stone,’ as the wolf remarked when the serpent bit him.'
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This was the custom of the tribes, and perhaps, in the fogs of their pasts, the scheme had had its reasons. Yet like many of their ways, only the peel remained, the fruit was long gone.
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True beauty is always oddly surprising.
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Such an accusation is as stupid as it is absurd.
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Night, the dark widow, came walking on the hills.
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Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I’d had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I wasn’t elated, I wasn’t confident even, but somehow, I knew, and with the end of doubt had come the death of despair.
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Sickness, the serpent, is coming to bite you,Death, the old dark man, is coming to carry you off,Rest uneasy, you stinking carrion, on your gold beds.
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What a son I’ve made. The midwives must have turned me in my labor so that I lay on your brain and crushed it.
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He had been too near the hard facts of religions as a child to find it soothing.
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'What’s Hell?' inquired Wild-Eye. 'You should visit before you pass judgement on a place. And have you never heard it said, the Dark One is a gentleman?'
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Anyhow, I arrived, and I did feel pretty weird, actually, as if I’d left something behind. My head or something.
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The sea was a phenomenon I had never clapped eyes on for myself, yet it seemed, from the tales, a destination ultimate and uncompromising. The ocean’s edge, the brink of the land; the lip of Chaos.
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A few old men began to say there had been a winter like this when they were warriors, and that it was a year of catastrophe and disappointment. But old men will ever spin this wheel. The summers were always hotter and the winters colder in the days of their strength, and the air thick with epic drama and portent.
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Dust had dimmed only a fraction, not enough. Decay had brushed with its rotten fingers not nearly all it should. It was an enchanted sweet, stuck in the throat of time.
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'But what am I to do?' cried the Prince.'What you feel you must,' said the Theel. 'That’s the only thing to do at any time.'
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There was no room in him for curiosity; The capacity for observation had long since starved on the aridness of his soul.
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Spells are words, and words are merely noises. You are the sorceress, not your instruction. Don’t limit yourself.