MARGARET WEIS

Hope is the denial of reality.

All the characters and plots were predetermined. Games make bad plots.

The only cartoon I ever liked was 'Fantasia.'

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.

In Endless Quest books, you start the plot, and the character has to make choices. Then you have to write one choice over here, one choice over there. The author might get one or two choices out.

The heart communes best when it does not try to speak.

The blade must past threw the fire, else it breaks.

A man with nothing to die for has even less for which to live.

Is it eradicating evil? Or are we like children, left alone in the house at night, who light candle after candle to keep away the darkness. We don't see that the darkness has a purpose — though we may not understand it — and so, in our terror, we end up burning down the house!

Be the hero of your own life. Don't let somebody else play that role. (Vasu)

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.

get back, get back! ill turn you into a piglet! ast a bula- no wait. that turns ME into a piglet!!

If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged for the truth.

Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we shouldn't hope?" "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open!

Only a man who cannot conquer his deficiencies feels the need to convince the world that he has none.

In a world of unlimited possibilities, there is always the possibility that there are no possibilities.

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.

Why you decrepit old mage! You couldn't turn water into ice in the dead of winter!

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.

A mage's soul is forged in the crucible of the magic

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.

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

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!

Great gandalfs ghost! if he had a ghost. i doubt it. he was such a snob.

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.