Quotes from Mercedes Lackey

Dedicated to Elizabeth R. Wollheim. Just 'cause.

I'm getting too old to hit attractive men over the head and carry them off. And the sad part is, I'm so old that's the only way I can get them!

I hate getting old. Why can't we all stay twenty until the end, then just fall over

Oh! Yes! Please!" she breathed. What followed was definitely the best day of Suki's life.

Uppercuts always work. They're so satisfying, too.

Mummy says not forgiving someone hurts you worse than it hurts him," the child persisted. "Even if he doesn't deserve to be forgiven. She says not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one that put it there.

People did stupid, sometimes unkind things. People did things that were a little bad, things that they were ashamed of. People cheated a little on their taxes, got a little greedy, sometimes they pilfered something that wasn't properly theirs, they quarreled, they abused each other (but never to the point that it would call for a Herald's intervention) and were basically just . . . people. A little good, a little bad, mostly just getting by. Not

Uhhherrr," it said. "Aahherrr. Saaa. Saaaveerr. Saver." "Saver?" he replied, confounded. "Yessssssss." It paused. "Mamaaa saaaaaay. Thaaaank. Thank Saver.

Begin at the beginning, go on until you reach the end, then stop." And the beginning was forgiveness.

Witch' is just a religion, okay? No baby-sacrificing, no Black Masses, no sending imps out to scare the dog-snot out of kids, trying to make them think they're crazy. We don't do things like that. Our number-one law is 'Have fun in this lifetime, but don't hurt anybody.'" Nice little paraphrase of "An it harm none, do as ye will," if I do say so myself.

How to forgive when you really didn't want to? Convince yourself that you do, of course.

You have a long history, he said, when Lanya indicated her story was finished. Ah, Harrier, were I to tell you a long story, we should be here for a sennight, perhaps more. Long stories are best saved for deep winter, when the days are short and time grows heavy. Lanya glanced at the sky.

He studied a roll, weighing it in his hand. It seemed awfully heavy. As good as the food had been so far, it didn't seem likely that it was underbaked, but he was not in the mood to choke down raw dough. He nibbled it dubiously, then bit into it with a great deal more enthusiasm when it proved to have sausage baked into the middle of it.

her umbrella was of the same style as that of their formidable friend from Egypt, solid enough to knock a man unconscious, with a sharpened ferrule that could, at a pinch, be used to stab someone.

Talia was always intimidated by her presence, and always felt she looked hoydenish and disheveled, no matter how carefully she'd prepared herself for confrontations.

Cats. You can't live with them, and the fur's too thin for a rug.

I am not the sort of woman of whom Marie Corelli would approve.

As usual she was in the library, curled up with her back against his stomach, sitting on his folded legs. It was very comforting to be there. The thing was, it was also beginning to feel a great deal like an embrace. Not that she'd had a lot of experience with embraces. Once in a while as a child she had gotten a hug from someone, though not for a long while now. But- This definitely felt like an embrace. It felt wonderful, in fact. Was that wrong?

what Mr. Bishop talked to Tomas about was living with them and controlling them, as if the ability to start fires with his mind was some kind of large dog Tomas had accidentally adopted and was now going to have to learn to take care of properly, like it or not. He

Don't be ashamed for allowing yourself to feel, little brother," came the quiet words. "You should rather feel sorry for those who do not. They are either cripples—or very sick in soul." As

This is the real life of adventure: it always ends up as cold, mud, or bugs. Usually all three.

his nose in the door and

People who were not already divided into factions would make factions given the chance, and they would always want the most important people to belong to their faction, whether the person in question agreed with that or not.

I wish there was a plague that would target only stupid people,: he thought stormily. :Life would be so much easier for all the people that were left.: