Quotes from Margaret Weis

Do not go to others for the answers. Look in your own heart, search your own faith. You will either find the answer or come to see that the answer is with the gods themselves, not with man.

Flint snorted. The kender was beginning to make sence, a fact that caused the dwarf to shake his head and wonder if maybe he shouldn't lie down somewhere out in the sun.

Then he heard a familiar voice. That's got 'em! Wonderfull spell, Fireball-- Fizban! Tanis groaned.

Say that our lives are measured not by gain but by giving.

Hope lives. No matter the mistakes we make, no matter our blunders and misunderstandings, no matter the grief and sorrow and loss, no matter how deep the darkness, hope lives.

Puny human body, my ass!

Be thankful you can feel pity and horror at the death of an enemy. The day we cease to care, even for our enemies, is the day we have lost this battle.

It seems to me that being a great friend is more important than being a great hero or a great warrior. Being a good friend is the most important thing there is. Just think, if everyone in the world were great friends, then we wouldn't be such terrible enemies.

Raistlin did not walk the paths of light, nor did he walk the shadowed paths of darkness. He walked his own path, in his own way, of his own choosing.

My waking and sleeping seem mixed together. I'm walking in a dream half the time, and sleeping through reality the other half.

reach out your hand, and it will touch the hand of someone reaching out to you, and—together—you will find the strength and hope you need to go on.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But

He said kenders were small because we were meant to do small things. 'If you look at all the big things in the world closely,' he said, 'you'll see that they're really made up of small things all joined together.' That big dragon down there comes to nothing but tiny drops of blood, maybe. It's the small things that make the difference.

Magic is the recognition of the fire burning behind us when all else see only their own shadow on the wall.

Evil turns upon itself.

Pity, mercy, compassion. Thats's all I'm afraid, said Alfred. That is everything, said the phantasm.

Say that we're moving at the speed of light.… Impossible, of course, if you believe physicists. Which I don't, by the way. Physicists don't believe in wizards—a fact that I, being a wizard, find highly insulting. I have taken my revenge, therefore, by refusing to believe in physicists. What was the question?

That's it!" cried Fizban. "I remembered!" Suddenly the air was filled with strands of sticky, floating cobweb.

You know sometimes I wish I'd been born a kender. No worries. No cares. No responsibilities. Nothing but pork chops. See you tonight Brother. I'd ask you to say a prayer but we're up to our eyeballs in gods as it is.

Fortunately, our friend Raistlin taught me what to watch—" "Raistlin!" Flint puffed. "That pasty-faced, skinny magician. He's more than half charlatan himself. Always sniveling and whining and poking his nose where it doesn't belong. If it weren't for his twin brother looking after him, someone would've put an end to his magic long ago.

Wedding song (reprise) But you and I, through burning plains, through darkness of the earth, affirm the world, its people, the heavens that gave them birth, the breath that passes between us, this new home where we stand, and all those things made larger by the vows between woman and man.

Raistlin ran to Fizban's side. "Now is the time for the casting of the fireball, Old One," he panted. "It is?" Fizban's face filled with delight. "Wonderful! How does it go?" "Don't you remember!" Raistlin practically shrieked, dragging the mage behind a pillar as the slug spat another glob of burning saliva onto the floor. "I used to Ã¢â'¬Â¦ let me see." Fizban's brow furrowed in concentration.

You are very wise, Tanis Half-Elven. But this time you are wrong," she said to herself as she stood alone on her porch. "Lady Crysania isn't mad. She's in love.

In sound's absence, silence echoes.