Quotes from Terry Goodkind

He took off the shredded remnants of his pants. "You look funny without your pants." Richard spun around. Scarlet was watching him. "Those are not reassuring words for a man to hear from a female, even if the female is a dragon.

If our love's tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

Because, Richard, many people must be ruled to thrive. In their selfishness and greed, they see free people as their oppressors. They wish to have a leader who will cut the taller plants so the sun will reach them. They think no plant should be allowed to grow taller than the shortest, and in that way give light to all. They would rather

To Chase, a quad would be just a bit of fun. While he was taking care of them, he'd be telling you a story about some real trouble.

Death, though, was part of life. There could not be life without death always shadowing it.

Blood erupted in great throbbing gouts from a severed artery at the side of his neck. His open windpipe blew clouds of red mist as he struggled to breathe.

Darken Rahl, son of Panis Rahl, has put the three boxes of Orden in play," Kahlan said simply. "I have come in search of the great wizard.

He'd often said that keeping things to himself was a matter of survival. Barracus had often told her that if she was doing something important she shouldn't tell people anything they didn't need to know. He lived his life by that rule. In fact, he often wouldn't tell Magda about things he thought she didn't need to know. Like why he killed himself.

Do you know, Richard, that it's the weight of one flake of snow that is one too many, and causes an avalanche? Without that one, last flake, the catastrophe would not happen. When using magic, you must know which is the one snowflake too many before you add its weight. The avalanche will be out of all proportion to what you think the weight of that flake could invoke.

Your destiny is to find the truth.

The tightly focused battle was an orgy of slaughter. Limbs, heads, and parts of bodies from men and women alike littered the ground.

This was the threshold to the place of the dead.

Without delay, Tilly entered the ninth opening, a number that she knew from Baraccus had great meaning on things having to do with magic.

It wasn't that cold--she'd thought to let the embers do for the night--but she felt the sudden need for the comfort of a fire, the assurance of its light.

The Spiritist is said to be a dangerous woman.

Back to sleep, my babies," she said in a soothing voice. "Pa just went to the privy. I'm only taking him a light to see his way back. You know how your pa stumbles his toes in the night and then curses us for it. Back to sleep, the both of you. Everything is all right. Just takin' your pa a lamp.

A Grace connected creating the World of life, and the world of the dead in pathways of magic.

Strength to Confessor Kahlan," he said. "Strength to Savidlin and the Mud People," she answered in their language. Savidlin slapped her across the face, hard. She slapped him back just as hard. Instantly Kahlan heard the ringing sound of Richard's sword being pulled free. She spun on her heels.

The reason, as I had learned from my father, is that there is no certainty in death. Because there is no beginning or end, there is no way to measure how long your time.

Dalton tugged at his clothes, straightening them. "Is that so." "But the female will cheat on the male. Sometimes, while he is out collecting twigs for their nest, she will let another male take her.

Baraccus had told her that while a number of wizards could make things, the same as the ungifted could make things, it was this component of artistic ability in creating new things that took to to another level and made the makers more than true prophets. Magda remembered the passion in his voice as he told her about such things. Making things was in his soul. Creating new things seemed to be his spark of life.

You've a thing or two to learn, dear one, if you don't know how important fussing is.

Fussing keeps you sharp. When you get old, you need to stay sharp.

your own individual life is the value and its own end, and what you achieve is yours. "Only you can achieve self-worth for yourself. Any group offering it to you, or demanding it of you, comes bearing chains of slavery.