Quotes from Margaret Weis

We both loved other things more, and that came near destroying us." "What things?" "Power, for one. Glory, for another. Pride, ambition, the need to control everything around us.

mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Say that our lives are measured not by gain but by giving." The half-elf started to reply, but the Forestmaster interrupted.

Even if I am twisted and warped." Raistlin's voice rose with harsh arrogance. "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!

His hands clenched to fists inside his robes, his eyes flared red in the crimson moonlight.

The cruelest form of torture one can inflict on a kender is to lock him up. Of course, it is also widely believed that the cruelest form of torture one can inflict on any other species is to lock them up with a kender. After three days of Tasslehoff's incessant chatter, pranks, and practical jokes, the companions would have willingly traded the kender for a peaceful hour of being stretched on the rack—at least that's what Flint said.

Good" and "kender" being two words that were rarely, if ever, linked, Tasslehoff spent the time sitting at the table, thinking about what a good kender might be and wondering if he was one himself. He assumed he probably was, since he was a hero and all that.

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

Lord Milles stands before the One God, now, Galdar," Mina said, "where we will all stand one day. It is not for us to judge him.

People want to believe in something—even if, deep inside, they know it is false. But what of you? How was your journey to your homelands?

Samah meant well. The Sartan all meant well. Undoubtedly Ramu meant well. Maybe even, in his own way, Xar meant well. They simply lacked imagination.

The old dwarf drew himself up. His height was no longer impressive: the bowed back would not straighten, the legs could no longer support the body without assistance. But Drugar, towering over his father, saw the dignity in the trembling stance, the wisdom in the dimming eyes, and felt himself a child again.

But—it's too dark a night to walk with your eyes closed, as my people say." Tanis sighed and nodded.

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

How would hating benefit me? The elves did what they had to do, and so did I. I learned how to sail their ships. I learned to speak their language fluently. No, as I've discovered, hate generally costs a man more than he can afford.

comes to nothing but tiny drops of blood, maybe. It's the small things that make the difference.

Theros Ironfeld said once that—in all the years he had lived—he had never seen anything done out of love come to evil.

You cannot believe the loneliness', he said at last, so softly that Orla was forced to move closer to him to hear. 'The mensch are so very, very lonely. The only means they have of communicating are physical. They must rely on words or a look or a gesture to describe what they feel, and their languages are so limited. Most of the time, they are unable to express what they truly mean, and so they live their lives and die without ever knowing the truth, about themselves or others.

Be at ease, warrior," she said. "The deer fulfills his purpose in life by providing sustenance for the hunter—be it wolf or man. We do not mourn the loss of those who die fulfilling their destinies.

Tas pulled himself up over the porch railing with the skill of a burglar. The kender slipped over to the door and peered up and down the bridge-walk. Seeing no one on it, he motioned to the others. Then he studied the lock and smiled to himself in satisfaction. The kender slid something out of one of his pouches. Within seconds, the door of Tika's house swung open. "Come in," he said, playing host.

Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we should just give up?" Tanis asked, irritably tossing the bark away. "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open," Raistlin answered.

Still," the kender said softly, "we have to keep trying and hoping. That's what's important, the trying and the hoping. Maybe that's most important of all.

The Imam and his priests were due to speak to the people at midnight. Feisal intended holding them spellbound and enthralled with his words, whipping them to a fevered pitch of holy frenzy in which they would lose all thought for themselves or for others and exist only for the God. In such a state the smoke of the burning bodies of butchered women and children would not stink with the foulness of murder but would be sweetest perfume and rise like incense to the heavens.

Still, without the truth, all will perish and be lost. Come here inside the temple with me, daughter. You will find what you seek.