Janet Morris Quotes - Page 5

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

If you want to write something completely unique, you will probably fail or at best write something without redeeming value. The mind works in certain patterns: the mind organizes facts in story form; it is your commonality with that body of human thought that makes a good book, not its estrangement from the common values that humans share.

The sun is new every day

Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.

I'm reverent from a distance.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

Time is so...fluid where I live

Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.

Revenge is never the best driver for a battle, but a common one.

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

Love sees all; hate is blind.

One man can make another's life so much better.

Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.

The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.

When I write what publishers call 'fantasy' I am writing in what I think is the most important tradition of fiction: starting with Homer and up through Shakespeare and Milton, the most important themes to tackle are those of the mythopoeic domain, tales of the body and mind seen through a temperament and a cosmos divorced from current reality so what is said can be more clear.

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.

You must become like yourself.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

But we're dying here.

Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.