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To fantasize is to create an ideal world.

Together we can take this world, and all those whose knees have never felt the sting of the earth will bow to us

Together they’d run away. Together they could find a place to call home. Together they’d finally form their own constellation and never break apart again. He would be her starlight again and she his sun.

Together, we will raise the dunes from the earth, and rain death from the sky. Together, we are capable of anything.

To have reservations is to show true leadership. To have certainty without question, to lead people to battle with no qualms, or to prosecute without hesitation are qualities of a tyrant.

To hold the Gift is to protect the balance in all things and to restore harmony. To hold the Gift is to comfort the mind and spirit, and to heal both heart and body. To hold the Gift is to be a bridge between worlds and to be a bearer of light.

Tolkien came to regard the tale of Beren and Tinuviel as 'the first example of the motive (to become dominant in Hobbits) that the great policies of world history, "the wheels of the world", are often turned not by the Lords and Governors, even gods, but by the seemingly unknown and weak'. Such a worldview is inherent in the fairy-tale (and Christian) idea of the happy ending in which the dispossessed are restored to joy; but perhaps Tolkien was also struck by the way it had been borne out in the Great War, when ordinary people stepped out of ordinary lives to carry the fate of nations.

To love, to live, to feel so much that your world keeps spinning, faster and faster, in that wonderful, chaotic mess of humanity that you’d so hastily give up. Immortality is overrated. It is nothing but the ability to live through it all and not experience a single thing, to eat everything without tasting it at all." Isak’s eyes shone with a desperate need. He wanted, more than anything it seemed, to be like me, when all I wanted was to be like him.

To me, the best, if not the only function of imaginative writing, is to lead the human imagination outward, to take it into the vast external cosmos, and away from all that introversion and introspection, that morbidly exaggerated prying into one's own vitals—and the vitals of others—which Robinson Jeffers has so aptly symbolized as "incest." What we need is less "human interest," in the narrow sense of the term—not more. Physiological—and even psychological analysis—can be largely left to the writers of scientific monographs on such themes. Fiction, as I see it, is not the place for that sort of grubbing.

Tomorrow I'd probably wake up to find my shoes talking to me. And let me tell you, the price I pay for shoes, they'd have one heck of an attitude.

Too much alleged ‘fantasy’ is just empty sugar, life with the crusts cut off.

Torque was the greatest thing in the world, as far as Lina was concerned.

To seek after peace is to be ever ware of any who would threaten it.

To see someone you love in so much pain—especially emotional pain that can’t be remedied—was the worst form of torture.

Traders are left alone because they keep Verbena afloat, but those without an emblem? They’re either dangerous or risking danger. Since we’re going the same way, would it be a bother if I accompany you?’ An odd sentiment coming from one who appears to be a lone traveler on foot. But odd does not equate to false. ‘You don’t have an emblem. Does that mean you’re dangerous?’ His lips curl slightly, as if he’s amused.

Trahern had been gifted with the rare, full measure of a sorcerer’s power.

Travelers aren't found. They're called.

Trenta passi furono sufficienti per raggiungere la meta: in mezzo a una radura trovarono il corpo martoriato della strega. Era circondato da sei dei suoi gatti, impalati tutt’intorno nella piccola radura. L’odore acre del sangue rendeva l’aria irrespi-rabile, attirando insetti e animali. La scena era raccapricciante. Fiamma tentò di resistere al senso di nausea. Si avvicinò al cadavere e scacciò le bestie. Gli occhi della fattucchiera erano stati cavati dalle orbite e strisce nere di sangue essiccato rigavano il volto raggrinzito. Nella bocca, spalancata in un urlo silenzioso, era stata infilata a forza una grossa pietra e il corpo, obbligato a una postura indecente da pali e chiodi, si trovava supino, con le gambe di-varicate. Solo il ciondolo, una semplice sfera di cristallo inca-stonata nell’argento, non le era stato tolto. Fiamma si chinò e cominciò a rimuovere i chiodi con un martello arrugginito che gli aguzzini avevano abbandonato al suolo, insieme a delle assi di legno. Marcus rimase zitto e immobile per un attimo, poi, senza proferir parola, si avvicinò per aiutare. Lei ordinò al ragazzo di scavare una fossa, poi con il suo aiuto sfilò il ciondolo dal collo della salma, come se sentisse il dovere di farlo, e depose il cadavere nella nuda terra. «Mettiamo dentro anche tutti i suoi gatti?» chiese il giova-ne. «Certamente» fu l’unica risposta che le uscì, anche se a-vrebbe tanto voluto piangere.

True leaders spend time reviewing their mistakes rather than having fantasies over their achievements! They look for every way to do the undone!

Trust and faith have left you.” “He will help guide you back to them.” “Blessings to you on your journey.

Trusting to the simple disguise of being merely women.

Trust is the victory of sentiment over reason.” -Extract from the personal memoirs of Dread Emperor Terribilis II

Trust the Oak,” said she; “trust the Oak, and the Elm, and the great Beech. Take care of the Birch, for though she is honest, she is too young not to be changeable. But shun the Ash and the Alder; for the Ash is an ogre,—you will know him by his thick fingers; and the Alder will smother you with her web of hair, if you let her near you at night.

Trust was something the Kumari couldn't afford. Not with friends, not with her siblings, not even her children. There were only two things a Kumari should trust; the magic that ran through her veins and the love of her bonded mates.

Trust no one," said Sullivan, "especially Teachers.

Truth or lie... he had always chosen the lie, to spare his little brother any unpleasant truth.

Turn on Your Inner Light and Illuminate the World

Twango's hospitality, though largely symbolic, does him credit.

Two hundred generations of European Jews. All gone, just as if they'd never been. It was the first time it was really real for me--just as if I were standing at the top of a ladder and somebody yanked the ladder away--and I was still standing there, only now it was *possible* to fall, because all my connections had been cut away, and there I was looking down into empty space, thinking about how I'd come this close to just not existing at all.

Two coconuts dropped beside him. Each went about its death throes with a slight bounce and languorous crawl then fell still.

Two intelligent people can always find common ground.

Two must rule together, one for the night and one for the day. this is the way it has always been done.

Um morgonen er rådi best, og notti vender mang ein tanke

Últimamente, las pesadillas habían disminuido por una razón y Zaya sonrió al recordar cuál era.

(Uncle) would remark that it was impossible to get by without such a (portentous and whimsical) tone when speaking of many things of this world, and especially of the things not entirely of this world.

Understand something people, we will be hated by many in the name of Christ, ridiculed, mocked, stoned, slaughtered. We will be fined, jailed and killed for our love for Christ. You are supposed to see better with your eyes today, how close this is happening, just prepare your heart and soul to be braver than Peter and not deny Christ in the moment your life might be in jeopardy for Him and what you believe. Apostle Pauls says to live is Christ to die is gain.

Underwater, bubbles erupted before my eyes as a swift hand snatched my arm and pulled me to the surface. I gasped for air, coughing and gagging at the amount of water I sucked into my lungs by pure shock. What was up with me and breathing in water? I needed to grow some gills or something.

Unfortunately, the world does not always act in a manner consistent with one's plans for it.

Unhappy people needs your smile more than Happy people do

- Un libro, en el desván. Trata sobre seres fantásticos, fantásticos pero reales. Fijaos qué feos son.

Unbelievable,” Audrey’s voice squeaked as I pushed past her. “Here we are, talking to you about your freaky little-boy encounter back in Breaux Bridge and how your caramel macchiato tasted like cardboard, and boom! You just zone out like one of the kids from Children of the Corn.” “Um, Aud, babe … I don’t think those kids zone out. They’re just freaky twenty-four-seven. It’s a year-round thing.” Gabe’s response drew a half-hearted laugh from me, but it was quickly reined in when I reached the Book of the Ancients. “Whatever, Gabriel,” Audrey said to him. “My point is, it’s freaky, okay? She gets this glazed-over look in her eyes, like she’s gonna whip out a butcher knife and go all Michael Myers on us or something.” I glanced over my shoulder to cock an eyebrow at her. “Oh, now you pay attention.” She cocked an eyebrow back. “What is it with you and the cheesy horror-movie references?” Gabe muttered. “Hey, now. Halloween is a classic,” Gavin scolded him. “Don’t go hating on the classics.

- Une victoire aussi inattendue que bienvenue, commenta d’une voix sépulcrale un Académicien – être fantomatique, dont le corps était parcouru de petites lueurs brillantes.

... une sorte de fauve de la Vieille Sylve chevauché par une femme...

Unfettered is an anthology filled with magic, wonderment, and hope. It is more than it's combined stories, though. It is the power of friendship. Of giving. Of a science-fiction and fantasy community that protects its own. Of humanity escaping the ugliness that often plagues it to instead create a testament to the goodness found in every heart.

Unicorns and rainbows exist because we want them to.

Unreality cooled reality’s burn.

Until work has reached its previous stage nympharium privileges are denied to all.

Upon Hirotsugu’s birth, the Fujiwara clan made great plans for his future, and I watched from my throne of skulls behind the kagerō veil and laughed and laughed and laughed.

Upon a ribbon made of stars She glides quickly, travels far To drink her tea Beside the sea On an ocean made of stars Upon her boat so small and swift A brilling princess was she Soon to sleep A dream so deep Beside an ocean made of stars

Until recently the locus of sexual fantasy was peopled with images actually glimpsed or were sensations actually felt, or private imaginings taken from suggestions in the real world, a dream well where weightless images from it floated, transformed by imagination. It prepared children, with these hints and traces of other people's bodies, to become adults and enter the landscape of adult sexuality and meet the lover face to face. Lucky men and women are able to keep a pathway clear to that dream well, peopling it with scenes and images that meet them as they get older, created with their own bodies mingling with other bodies; they choose a lover because of a smell from a coat, a way of walking, the shape of a lip, belong in their imagined interior and resonate back in time deep into the bones that recall childhood and early adolescent imagination.