Quotes from Diane Duane

Yeah, I know, the Mars thing. I've been meaning to talk to you about that. When did you get the idea it would be cute to carve my dad's cell-phone number on a rock in the middle of Syrtis Major? He hates it when people call me on his phone." Kit gave Nita a resigned look. "Sorry," he said, "I couldn't resist.

Where's my bed?! " Dairine shrieked. "It's on Pluto," Nita said. "On the winter side, somewhere nice and dark and quiet, where you won't find it if you look all day-which you're not going to have time to do, becaus you'll be in school.

Fred started to follow, but Nita caught him in cupped hands, holding him back for a moment. "Fred! Did we do right?" Even here she couldn't keep the pain out of her question, the fear that she could have somehow have prevented his death. But Fred radiated a serene and wondering joy that took her breath and reassured her and filled her with wonder to match his, all at once. Go find out , he said.

A warp," Nita whispered. "A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole?" It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)

But even in your world it's a byword. Men will fight bravely and be heroes, but for last-ditch defense against any odds… get a Mother.

Something always happens. You still have to promise stuff anyway. If you have to work to make the promises true... it's like a spell. You have to say the words every time you want the results.

Blood in the water I sing, and one who shed it: deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it- weaving the ancient-most tale of the Sea's sending: singing the tragedy, singing the joy unending This is our shame- this is the whole Ocean's glory: this is the Song of the Twelve. Hark to the story! Hearken, and bring it to pass: swift lest the sorrow long ago laid to it's rest devour us tomarrow!

A legend can just as well be founded in the future as in the past. It's called a 'prophecy,' Urruah said. You may have heard of the concept.

magic does not live in the unwilling soul.

True,) the white hole said. (My name is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) and at the same time he went flickering through a pattern of colors that was evidently the visual translation.

Belief made no difference to the truth.

A warp, Nita whispered. A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole? It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)

Doctors couldn't be everywhere, so the Lord invented Vulcans. I thought you knew.

What's loved, lives.

If death is truly a curse,' Spock said, as soberly as some power pronouncing a hundred years of sleep, but with a glint of private, serene humor in his eyes. 'There is little logic in condemning something one has not experienced...or does not remember experiencing.

Beware! said the peridxis's voice in her head. Don't let It's shadowy little truth overwhelm the greater one.

When governments murder those who speak the truth, it is time to get new governments.

The spear in the Other's heart is the spear in your own: you are he. There is no other wisdom, and no other hope for us but that we grow wise. -attributed to Surak

Believe something and the Universe is on its way to being changed. Because you've changed, by believing. Once you've changed, other things start to follow.

Those who want war will find causes, no matter how many of them you take away.

Belief as such always has doubt at the bottom. It's knowing that makes wizardry work. Only knowing can banish doubt.

Sarek looked up with something like hope in his eyes. "I must say," he said, "I am impressed. You are quite a detective, Doctor." "All doctors are detectives. All the ones worth their salt, anyway. . . ." "I will get you as much salt as you want, Doctor," Sarek said

Even in your world, people have died for words. Sometimes they've died of them. One learns to be careful what one says in such a world. And like anything so powerful, like any weapon, words cut both ways. They redeem and betray—sometimes both at once. The attribute we name as a virtue may also turn out to be our bane. So we watch what we call things—in case we should turn out to be right.

If you see an injustice, and don't move to right it when you have a chance, history won't forget that, either.