"Mithorden said it well,"she said finally. "It's worshipping death. They say they follow light. But, in the end, they're really following desolation, division, the end of things. You should hear their prophecies -- war, destruction, only special chosen people are spared."She felt sad and angry. Worse, she wondered to what ends people who believed these things would go to assert their views."
"It has been often said that writing is 99 percent perspiration and 1 percent inspiration. In my experience, this is true. But, in my opinion, it is useless without that 1 percent. It's like an engine without fuel -- can't get anywhere without it. Or like a lighthouse without a light on top -- doesn't guide anyone in to home or safe harbor."
"Leowin: Don't worry Luthiel. 'Truth's existence never depended upon belief."
"Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world, Luthiel. And there is no other.' Zalos reached out and lifted a few strands of her hair. 'Bright songs and the magic of hope are but a dangerous illusion. The fake comfort of witches charms."
"May your feet ever walk in the light of two suns... and may the moonshadow never fall on you..."
"If Christ taught us anything it is this -- not to let our fear of death keep us from doing the good thing."