Quotes from Diane Duane

We knew you were hurting," Gelert said. "But sometimes—that idiom about being there for somebody, actually just means to be there. Doing anything, saying anything, sometimes you know it'll hurt them worse than just being quiet, and being close.

There is nothing little," she said with great dignity, "about my husband." Sarek did not at first understand the amused ripple that went through the crowd of reporters standing around. Certainly he was tall by Earth standards. He had to have it explained to him

Most people think it's normal to have a nameless sorrow at the bottom of your soul.

So You Want To Be A Wizard?

I will meet the cruel and the cowardly today, she thought, liars and the envious, the uncaring and unknowing: they will be all around. But their numbers and their carelessness do not mean I have to be like them. For my own part, I know my job; my commissions comes from Those Who Are.

When friends couldn't be found, the books were always waiting with something new to tell. Life that was getting too much the same could be shaken up in a few minutes by the pictures in a book of some ancient temple newly discovered deep in a rain-forest, a fuzzy photo of Uranus with it's up-and-down rings, or a prismed picture taken through the faceted eye of a bee. -Nita Callahan- -So You Want To Be A Wizard-

isn't he in the wrong? (I don't know,) Fred said again. (How am I supposed to judge? But you're wizards, you should know how terrible a power belief is, especially in the wrong hands—and how do you tell which hands are wrong? 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. Isn't that the way it works?)

There's no way that can be the river, Rhiow said. Rhi, the ceiling of Grand Central-- Saash said. It's backward, Rhiow snapped, thank you very much, I know all about it. Is it? Saash said. Which direction are you coming at it from? Rhiow closed her mouth and thought about that.

But how many other kinds of life are there that I could learn to feel? Who knows where thought is hiding? . . .

When honor dies—when trust is a useless thing—what use is life?

Meowing is not counted here, since cats rarely seem to meow at each other. That type of vocalization is usually a pidgin language used for getting human's attention: the cat equivalent of Just talk to them clearly and loudly and they'll get what you mean sooner or later.

When friends couldn't be found, the books were always waiting with something new to tell. Life that was getting too much the same could be shaken up in a few minutes by the pictures in a book of some ancient temple newly discovered deep in a rain-forest, a fuzzy photo of Uranus with it's up-and-down rings, or a prismed picture taken through the faceted eye of a bee.

This is why one must be careful with life, her father had said, in very controlled wrath. Death is the most hateful thing. Don't allow the destruction of what you can never restore.

Become careless with fire, and sure enough, fire will burn you. Do treachery, and treachery will be done you. Kill, and be punished with death. All these I've done. Now I pay the price, in my own flesh and blood.

A couple of minutes later, the turbolift doors hissed open. Spock was standing in the turbolift. He had the air of a man who had been in an extreme hurry, but who had been stopped in midrush and given something he didn't understand. He was holding a small flat cushion.

Go maire tu' I bhfad agus rath! 'Live long and prosper'.

Knowing is most of my job," the Transcendent Pig said. "But then there's a long tradition of oracular pigs. I should know: I started it." It paused. "That is, assuming you're into sequential time." "It works all right for me," Nita said, rather cautiously. "Well, preference is everything, as far as time's concerned; you can handle it however you like.

They took her intent and read that too, turning it into fact.

What is the point of celebrating diversity if one tries to make all the elements of it the same?

At any rate, after five years Surak came out of the wilds, took a small apartment in the capital, near his parents' house, and began to write for the information networks.

As I said, wear flats. No point in injuring them with heels while they're abasing themselves.

You set, Bones? Ouch, McCoy said. I assume that pun was meant to make me feel better, or else accidental.

The Spear in the Other's heart is the spear in your own: you are he.

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. Isn't that the way it works?)