Quotes from Mercedes Lackey

Yer a worse gossip than a old woman.: :It's only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it's gathering information.:

It seems to me that evil is a kind of ultimate greed, a greed that is so all-encompassing that it can't ever see anything lovely, rare, or precious without wanting to possess it. A greed so total if it can't possess these things, it will destroy them rather than chance that someone else might have them. And a greed so intense that even having these things never causes it to lessen one iota - the lovely, the rare, and the precious never affect it except to make it want them.

Why, you mean you didn't get abducted and dragged across country purely to make us a story for us to chew over endlessly? asked Pip, tossing his shock of tow-colored hair indignantly. The nerve!

Life isn't fair' is nothing but an excuse people make to justify bad things they do. But why shouldn't life be fair? What's keeping it from being fair? Those same cruel, mean, and evil people. I think you understand that, Mags—maybe not in your head, but in your heart, which is more important. And the more people there are who try to make life fair, the more likely it is that it will become fair. Don't you want that?:

cowering in their houses like rabbits in a burrow, and dare the Forest themselves again.

Suddenly my palms were damp and I was more nervous than I'd been facing down that Mage. After all, the only thing he could do was kill me horribly. These people…they could make me look stupid.

Now you're just being stubborn, and I am not going to sit here and tell you what you already know, when you know you know it, and I know you know it, and you know that I know you know it.:

That's how you tell a merc is dead; he just stops collecting paychecks.

Tiny rooms opened up onto the corridor, rooms that would have been like monastic cells if each of the girls hadn't made hers comfortable in her own way and according to her own taste. As she passed, Andie got glimpses of a riot of draped fabrics like a gypsy tent in one, a tapestry loom in another, painted murals of garden scenes in a third.

And found himself looking into a pair of bottomless, sapphire eyes . . .

Weapons master is giving me special lessons. she (Amily) chuckled. He calls then How Not To Get Killed lessons.

I was not. I was. I am not. I care not.

No matter how many times we prove otherwise, the men don't seem to believe we can take care of ourselves." "Which is ridiculous," Rosa agreed, "Especially when you consider how many settler women over there on their frontier are doing just that.

They spend a quarter of their lives writing things down, a quarter finding what other people have written down, a quarter hiding what was written down, and a quarter making sure if it should have been written down and wasn't, it is now.:

Townsfolk can get downright touchy over the occasional earth-elemental in the scullery. Can't imagine why....

Mags, there will be many things that you should be afraid of. I am not telling you to never be afraid. But you must not let fear rule you. It should guide you, not govern you. And you should never allow it to stop you from doing what is right.:

Always seeing a child as the innocent left you open to not seeing when the child was scheming to take you down. It

We're given a choice in our lives, to make things better, or worse, or merely endure like sheep. I choose to make things better, as much as I can.

Healer Myrim made no attempt to conceal the fact that Orthallen's treachery had not surprised her. Nor did she conceal that his demise gave her a certain grim satisfaction. But then, she might well be forgiven such uncharitable thoughts; she was one of the four Healers who were tending Talia's wounds.

There's no justice for the poor man. Money buys justice, and I have no doubt there's a great deal of money in that man's pockets to buy the finest judge on the bench.

but one thing the best leaders usually share in common, they didn't want the damn job in the first place." Then

I look like I just got dragged behind a slow-moving horse through ten acres of wait-a-minute bushes.

One never bothers to think about growing old as one is growing older. Then suddenly it is there, looming in your face.

Sometimes, it seemed, the business of a Witch or a Godmother was not so much using magic as knowing when not to use it.