“No, I do not believe in fate, that some spirits of the heavens weave the laws of the world to make it so. That is dogma for the foolish, for the universe is quite able to deal with such matters her...”

“You are one of us, one of those who knows without knowing, and one who will live and die in dreams that blend with this world. No, I am no gypsy, just one who has read a good many books. It is only...”

“Although one may direct the future or past through the onerous linkages of temporal cause and effect, riding the breaking waves of the present and never once overstepping it, the better way is to g...”

“Close your eyes, and lo, they are opened! But never shall they close again.”

“True friends are always near, the Goddess said. Beneath the eyelids on a stormy night, around the bend in a wicked dream, hearkening to the future by the chimes of their companions call.”

“I knew your plan before you made it, Eldora proclaimed, tossing her Wert from hand to hand You are somewhat of a mystery, one of Shakespeares cryptic sonnets, I reckon, but some lines are ratherobv...”

“No, I do not believe in fate, that some spirits of the heavens weave the laws of the world to make it so. That is dogma for the foolish, for the universe is quite able to deal with such matters her...”

“I knew your plan before you made it, Eldora proclaimed, tossing her Wert from hand to hand You are somewhat of a mystery, one of Shakespeares cryptic sonnets, I reckon, but some lines are ratherobv...”

“I knew your plan before you made it,” Eldora proclaimed, tossing her Wert from hand to hand… “You are somewhat of a mystery, one of Shakespeare’s cryptic sonnets, I reckon, but some lines are rathe...”

“Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. You are old, Father.Not as old as I shall be, before I have finished with the universe.”

“Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. “You are old, Father.”“Not as old as I shall be, before I have finished with the universe.”

“Sibyl, what do you want?I want to live, the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world a...”

“When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the suspension of disbelief and activity of the imagination that ...”

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”