There's only so long you can live in a fantasy world before the reality comes along to sharply put you back in your place.

The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.

I felt sure that [Oyarsa] was what we call "good," but I wasn't sure whether I liked "goodness" so much as I had supposed.

The abbot cleared his throat. "You are all very stupid people," he told them graciously, "and you do not know anything at all.

Sometimes the complexities of the mind can be intriguing, but the dark side of one’s thoughts can create its own phobias.

Those secrets residing in their hearts and minds held magnificent Energy. Humans were too inept to see it as anything but evil.

Battle was a masculine art. A woman wanting to come to the battlefield was like... well, like a man wanting to read. Unnatural.

They seek neither truth nor likelihood; they seek astonishment. They think metaphysics is a branch of the literature of fantasy

You don’t know me.”“I know you’re not used to people telling you no.”“Never more than once.

Ich kann spüren, dass er zu ertrinken droht, aber ich weiß nicht, was ich tun soll, um ihn aus dem Wasser zu retten.

Die Wege in die Andere Welt sind so zahlreich und verschlungen wie die Flüsse und Bäche, die dem Meer entgegenstreben.

Half of what I write is imaginative reality. The other half is realized impossibilities. Blended into one, these make a fantasy.

And, for the gods sake, don't waste the whole day working! Make time for a bit of adventure dear. This life is only so long.

To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed. (Brom, Eragon)

Can you see the power emotion has to distort out outlook? Makes you wonder, did you have a bad day, or did you make it a bad day?