Quotes from Tad Williams

But a mouse can be brave. Small as they are, though, they learn it is wiser not to challenge the cat.

During its timeless hours of movement and inspection, as it floated on the number-winds and learned from their shape and force, it had become aware of something else, something so far from the conceptual map of the environment it had originally been given as to briefly constitute a new danger to the Nemesis program's logical integrity.

I am a scholar. My only monarch is truth.

No existe lo que se llama falta de temor, Simón, a menos que un hombre esté loco. Doctor Morgenes

I thought... I thought you might... Help you? By my grove, I am helping you. You're not starving anymore, are you? <…> You had a dry night's sleep, too, and you're no longer coughing your liver and lights out. Some might count those as mighty gifts indeed.

Un hombre que posee sabiduría no se sienta a esperar que el mundo aparezca ante él pedazo a pedazo para probar su existencia! Binabik

Los valientes y los locos a menudo viven en la misma cueva, decimos nosotros. Binabik

Cuando te cae en la cabeza, entonces te das cuenta de que es una piedra. Binabik

Era un simple punto brillante en la horrorosa tormenta..., pero incluso un brillo solitario puede devolver sano y salvo a un viajero a su casa.

A veces ser el que ostenta el mando significa poseer menos libertad que la que tiene el menor de los siervos. Jarnauga

John Wulgaru, she thought when she got back. Her hands were shaking. Is that his name, then? Am I the only person who knows that? Or the only person still alive?

Something gurgled in his throat. It took a moment before he realized it was a scream bottled in his innards, a blast of misery trying to force its way out.

Of all the songs we Zida'ya sing, she (Aditu) murmured, the closest to our hearts are those which tell of things lost. Perhaps that is because none of us can show something's value until it is gone, said Josua.

Pero... ¿Habría amor en un mundo semejante, Simón? ¿Existirían la belleza y el encanto, sin nada feo con que compararlos? ¿Qué sería un mundo sin sorpresas?

Yes, look," said Martine. "The Other has played his knight.

Sometimes you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: 'what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.

And Jinnears—engineers! Who works with machines? Engineers and . . . and techs. Jinnears and Ticks. Renie let out a hysterical giggle. But that means I'm a Jinnear, too—I have a degree and everything. Why didn't the Other make me a killer ghost-jellyfish as well?

He shouldn't have had to die. Nobody should have to die, Miriamele said slowly. Especially while they're still alive.

Just for once, Binabik, I want you to tell me there is an answer for something. I'm tired of thinking so much." The troll laughed. "The punishment for being born . . . no, perhaps that is too much to be calling that. The punishment for being truly alive—that is fair to say. Welcome, Simon, to the world of those who are every day condemned to thinking and wondering and never ever knowing with certainness.

Men do not manage well with too much peace. Someone will find a quarrel.

A book, you see, is the only kind of trap that keeps its captive—which is knowledge—alive forever.

If the devil's work out here among the stars has a face, it is the handsome, narrow-chinned visage of Keeta Januari, leader of the Rationalists. And if God ever wanted someone dead, she is that person.

Doctor Morgenes once told me that, in old Khand, they would kill the king's wives and concubines when he died, so that they could accompany him to the next life. Dear Simon, [Miriamele] said. I will leave word in my testament that they are not to kill you when I die. And I will do the same for you, dear Miri. But you may feel free to leap into my grave, as long as it's your own idea.

Falling to a low estate can do that—you see so much more of the world than you did before. You become very aware of how thin the line is, of how little safety exists.