“At the heart of every legend there is a grain of truth.”

Master the rules of the game until you can play it better they can.

We only ever regret the things we have not done.

When in doubt, we follow our hearts. Words can be false, images and sounds can be manipulated. But this – He tapped his chest, over his heart. ‘This is always true.

The truth is a double-edged sword; it is a dangerous thing.

I… Declare…. Bankruptcy!

I… Declare…. Bankruptcy!

Every story starts with an idea, but it is the characters that move this idea forward.

Once you have been touched by magic, you are forever changed. You leave a trail.

I am not afraid to die because I know that when we go, we will go together. It is living without you that would be unbearable.

He who retreats lives longer.

What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love?

We do not always get what we want. Sometimes life presents us with surprises.

What you call magic is nothing more than an act of the imagination fired by the senses, then given shape by the power of your aura.

The Egyptians got it wrong. They wrapped the dead. They did not realize I wrapped the living.

We set out to capture what was happening, and then we cut that into the series.

What science cannot understand, it dismisses.

The 4th sort of creatures… which moved through the 3 former sorts, were incredibly small, and so small in my eye that I judged, that if 100 of them lay [stretched out] one by another, they would not equal the length of a grain of course Sand; and according to this estimate.

In it, that sometimes more than a thousand were moving about in an amount of material the size of a grain of sand…

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.

And I imagine, that [ten hundred thousand] of these little Creatures do not equal an ordinary grain of Sand in bigness: And comparing them with a Cheese-mite (which may be seen to move with the naked eye)

The red squirrel is more common and less dignified than the gray, and oftener guilty of petty larceny about the barns and grain-fields.

It goes against the grain of modern education to teach children to program.

Before Alar, there was EDB, a potent human carcinogen allowed in the grain supply and other food for more than a decade after it was known to be dangerous.

Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative – that we’re just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different – that this is human destiny, this is human nature.