Why you decrepit old mage! You couldn't turn water into ice in the dead of winter! Margaret Weis More Quotes by Margaret Weis More Quotes From Margaret Weis Words can never fully say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak. Margaret Weis silence heart trying My dragon? save anybody? you must have have him confused with someone else- Smaug perhaps?. Margaret Weis zifnab confused dragons A mage's soul is forged in the crucible of the magic Margaret Weis crucible magic soul Hope is the denial of reality. Margaret Weis denial hope reality Truth wasn't something you went out and found. It was wide and vast and deep and unending, and all you could hope to see was a tiny part of it. And to see that part and to mistake it for the whole was to make of Truth a lie. Margaret Weis tiny mistake lying In a world of unlimited possibilities, there is always the possibility that there are no possibilities. Margaret Weis unlimited-possibilities possibility world Only a man who cannot conquer his deficiencies feels the need to convince the world that he has none. Margaret Weis men world needs You choose to go voluntarily into the fire. The blaze might well destroy you. But if you survive, every blow of the hammer will serve to shape your being. Every drop of water wrung from you will temper and strengthen your soul. Margaret Weis fire blow water If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged for the truth. Margaret Weis judged let-me ifs A 'why' is a dangerous thing... It challenges old, comfortable ways, forces people to think about that they do instead of just mindlessly doing it. (Haplo) ... I think the danger is not so much in asking the 'why' as in believing you have come up with the only answer. (Alfred) Margaret Weis believe people thinking His love for her was a gift he gave her daily, expecting nothing in return. He walked at her side, his love for her a torch to guide her footsteps along the dark path she walked. Margaret Weis love-for-her torches dark You know," he said with unusual somberness, "I asked my father once why kenders were little, why we weren't big like humans and elves. I really wanted to be big," he said softly and for a moment he was quiet. "What did your father say?" asked Fizban gently. "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. Margaret Weis dragons father blood its like you said? i lead my people-" forth!" zifnab carried on enthusiastically! " out of eygpt! out of bondage! across the desert! pillar of fire-" desert?" lenthan looked anxious again. "fire? i thought we were going to the stars!" sorry. wrong script" zifnab said Margaret Weis stars fire sorry Well! I had the most fantastic dream! Trees crying blood. Horrible dead elves going around and killing people! Raistlin wearing black robes! It was the most incredible thing! And you were there, Sturm. Laurana and Flint. And everyone died! Well, almost everyone. Raistlin didn't. And there was a green dragon-' Tasslehoff stopped. What was wrong with his friends? Their faces were pale, their eyes wide. Margaret Weis wearing-black eye dream ignition! blast off!!! the vessel needs a new name! something more appropriate to a starship. apollo? gemini? enterprise. already taken. millennium falcon. trademarked. all rights reserved. no! wait, i have it! dragin star! thats it! dragon star! Margaret Weis stars taken rights A man with nothing to die for has even less for which to live. Margaret Weis dies men Interesting." Raistlin coughed the word. Tanis glanced at him sharply. "What is interesting?" "I've never heard you lie before, Half-Elf," Raistlin said softly. " I find it...quite...fascinating. Margaret Weis half lying interesting He could hear himself screaming and he knew it was his death cry. Still he fought on, as he had fought all his life. I...will...control... The words came from his mouth, stained with his blood... I will control... Reaching out, his hands closed over the Staff on Magius. I will! Margaret Weis mouths hands blood I like working closely with artists. I think that's very important in fantasy and science fiction - the visual aspect of the worlds and the characters. Margaret Weis artist character science The heart communes best when it does not try to speak. Margaret Weis doe heart trying
