Quotes from Mercedes Lackey

Among the dragons, the prohibition against asking direct questions did not exist, and-as Harrier discovered immediately-dragons were even more outrageous gossips than sailors.

It's easy for parents to pull the strings that make one dance...after all, they are the ones who tied those strings in the first place

Good hips. Breed like cow, strong like bull, dumb like ox. Hitch to plow when horse dies.

Why do we grow up thinking life should be fair? Who told us that it should be? Because it never is, and finding that out . . . hurts worse than a lie.

Like I said, I know bullies. Deflect, deflect, make them think they got their way even when they didn't, but never actually give in to them. Become innocuous, not worth tormenting or thinking about.

Sebastian looked alarmed at her stiffness, but Eric took it in and chuckled. Riding astride would have been easier, he said. You put twice the strain on yourself with that unnatural position. Oh, I know, she replied with a grimace. Every muscle told me about it this morning, and I actually DID have a hot soak before I went to bed. Sebastian looked blankly at the two of them for a moment, then blinked and looked relieved. Oh, you're saddle sore! I'm sorry--

I believe that I shall become a curmudgeon. Then at least I can complain, and it will be expected of me.

Always rest, eat, and play when you can, because the universe conspires to keep you from doing any of these things nearly as often as you would like.

Good bed, deep sleep, big breakfast, and one could outpace anything except a Night Person. Their ways were mysterious and full of cats.

Answers are terribly seductive. The simpler they are, the more seductive they become.

Sympathy can be addictive and can kill strong men as surely as a diet of nothing but sugar.

Mostly, though, Jonaton talked about geometry, Imaging, herbs and cures, and his cats. Anyone's cats, really. Often, he brought Imager pictures of various cats, and added funny captions to them. They always raised laughs as they were passed table to table.

Don't you see, Stef? It's not that I'm serving Valdemar, it's that I'm helping to preserve the kind of people who leave the world better than they found it, and trying to stop the ones who take instead of giving.

She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.

And the nightmare-monster of her childhood revealed itself to be a thing of old clothes stuffed with straw.

often, one can be in love with who they think someone is, while being blinded by their own desires. And just as often, instead of being in love with a lover, one is in love with love.

When they are seen as a type, and not as individuals, they are easy for a fanatical mind to grasp—and hate.

Platitudes might satisfy for a short time, father—but soon or late, the people will realize they are being fed form without substance. What I tell them must be the truth, and I must believe it, and I must hold to it.

We all know what we should have done as we look backward. Yet looking backward further still, we may say that all goes as the Wild Magic wills. And we must look forward if we are to live long enough to look backward.

Ain't necessarily 'bout bein' the 'right one' so much as it is bein' the one that's there an' willin'.

Well," Clarice said, once the pirates were safely out of earshot. "Nobody shot us." "Yet," Dominick answered.

Size and strength are not the answer to everything. Cleverness can overcome strength nearly every time. A small clever man can almost always best a strong, dim one.

You find them in any Kingdom," she said, "if you look hard enough. Young men, and young women, too, who believe that they are in love with evil, death, and darkness, but in fact, are in love with mystery.

No matter what tears were shed or what trials were faced, some things would stay the same. There would always be day and night, stars and sky, hope and rest. There would always be love, always compassion, and there would always be Skandranon. And forever, in the hearts of all the Clans, there would be Urtho—and for his memory, a moment of silence.