Quotes from Margaret Weis

Is it all right with you if I draw my sword now? Or would that be disrespectful to whatever's down here that's going to murder us and chop up our bodies into little pieces and suck out our souls.

The people must acquire faith in themselves before they are ready to believe in anything beyond themselves.

Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me that I'd much rather be disliked for being me than to be disliked just because I'm a kender. I can do something about me, you see, but I can't do much about being a kender because my mother was a kender and so was my father and that seems to have a lot to do with me being a kender.

I have seen love that, through its willingness to sacrifice everything, brought hope to the world. I have seen love that tried to overcome pride and a lust for power, but failed. The world is darker for its failure, but it is only as a cloud dims the sun. The sun—the love, still remains. Finally I have seen love lost in darkness. Love misplaced, misunderstood, because the lover did not know his—or her—own heart.

Raistlin's lip curled in a sneer. How does that thread weave into the grand design? As do all threads, Astinus said. Look at the rug beneath your feet. Were you to turn the rug over, you would see what appears to be a confused tangle of many-colored strands of thread. But look at the rug from the top—the strands are neatly, tightly woven, merged together to form a strong fabric. Oh, it is frayed a bit at the corners, but—overall—it has worn well.

All I know is that faith comes from within and it begins with faith in yourself; the knowledge that you have within you the ability to judge between the dark and the light and to act accordingly.

New roads demand a hoopak," was a popular saying among kenderkind. It was always followed immediately by another of their sayings: "No road is ever old.

Yes, I am smarter than you—all of you. And someday I will prove it! Someday you—with all your strength and charm and good looks—you, all of you, will call me master!

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.

How dare you accuse me of your own failings?" Laurana returned. "I love Elistan. I reverence him.

No, as I've discovered, hate generally costs a man more than he can afford.

What is happiness, after all, but the fleeting, transitory butterfly of an emotion that is impossible to catch and hold for long before it flies away.

We do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Save your energy," he said. "The future changes as we stand here, else we are the game pieces of the gods, not their heirs, as we have been promised.

To remind us that our lives are made up of blank sheets waiting to be filled," Lillith replied. "The book of life is open when we are born, and it closes with our death. We write in it continually, but no matter how much we write, what joy or sorrow we experience or what mistakes we have made, we will always turn the page, and tomorrow's page is always blank.

Now her smile was like the bleakness of the sun in a cold winter sky. It gave light but no warmth, perhaps because there was no matching warmth in her eyes.

He was outfitted for the occasion with his broadsword, long knife, several throwing knives tucked in his boots, the dragon pistol, and a pocket pistol in his waistcoat. You are a walking armory, Father Jacob observed. Because you are a walking target, said Sir Ander.

Tas had been teasing Flint unmercifully all morning, calling him Seamaster and Shipmate asking him the price of fish, and how much he would charge to Ferry them back across the lake. Flint finally threw a rock at him, and Tennis sent ass down to the lake to scrub out the pans.

Our lives are measured not by gain but by giving.

Kalbi patlayiverdi.

Est solarus Oth Mithas

Power is like the bright and shining silver globe, Your Majesty. You won it and now you hold it easily. You see yourself reflected in its silver surface, you see youth and beauty and adoring crowds. And then, suddenly, the spikes! Your hands impaled upon the silver, shining globe. Not so easy to hold on to now, is it, sire? Not so easy to look on your reflection and see it smeared with blood! But you must hold on to it and endure the pain.

He is very short-sighted and thus walks happily through this world blind to all its ugliness. For him, daily life passes in a pleasant blur.

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