Quotes by Mercedes Lackey

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead fish.

Sometimes, it seemed, the business of a Witch or a Godmother was not so much using magic as knowing when not to use it.

Truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism.

Keth, power brings with it the need to make moral judgments; history proves that. You have no choice but to make those decisions.

(From the Author Note at the beginning of the book.) Dorothy L. Sayers used to say that mystery stories were the only moral fiction of the modern world--because in a mystery, you were guaranteed to see that the bad got punished, the good got rewarded and in the end all was made

I have no place in my life for someone who is sure he can do everything.

Teach what you know, regardless of when you have learned it -- teach what you learned yesterday sagely, as if you have known it all your life, and teach what you have known for decades with enthusiasm, as if you learned it only yesterday.

Ree- Grey barked into the icy silence. Lax!The word spat so unexpectedly into her ear had precisely the effect Grey must have intended. It shocked Nan for a split second into a state of not-thinking, just being-Suddenly, all in an instant she and Neville were one.

Why, you mean you didnt get abducted and dragged across country purely to make us a story for us to chew over endlessly? asked Pip, tossing his shock of tow-colored hair indignantly. The nerve!

I think I know why you never married, Sarah.Well, and I reckoned if I wanted something thatd come and go as he pleased, take me for granted, and ignore me when he chose, Id get a cat. And if I wanted something Id always have to be picking up after, getting into trouble, but slavishly devoted, Id get a dog.

Kethry had once described summoning as being “like balancing on a rooftree while screaming an epic poem in a foreign language at the top of your lungs.

...for a country whose people ceased to believe in magic soon lost much of their ability to imagine and dream, and before long, they ceased to believe--or hope-- for anything.

Its just as easy to be lonely in a city as out in the wilderness. Easier, really. Its harder to get to know someone when you meet in a crowded place. People can freely ignore you in the city; they can assume they dont have any responsibility for you. When there are fewer people, (...) they begin assuming some kind of responsibility, simply because you naturally do the same.

If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.

When you want something done, you ask a man. When you want it done quietly and without any fuss, you ask a woman.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—its usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

Adventure, yeah. I guess thats what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

It seems to me that evil is a kind of ultimate greed, a greed that is so all-encompassing that it cant ever see anything lovely, rare, or precious without wanting to possess it. A greed so total that if it cant possess these things, it will destroy them rather than chance that someone else might have them. And a greed so intense that even having these things never causes it to lessen one iota -- the lovely, the rare and the precious never affect it except to make it want them.

[Harrier] locked eyes with Zanattar. He couldnt remember another time in his life when hed been this angry and hadnt hit something.

She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.