Your son is heir to an enormous fortune and name. Someone would be bound to bid for you him and take him as his ward.

Men die in battle women die in childbirth.

The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.

When he told me that he would fight forever, I knew that he would have to be defeated.

My mother? My own mother told my lady governess that if the baby and I were in danger then they should save the baby.

They are a couple in love, and anyone but a fool would see it is simply that, nothing more- and certainly nothing less.

If this is the will of God, it takes a strange and terrible shape. I did not know that the God of Battles was vile like this. I never knew that a saint could summon torment like this.

We are the Dragon-Hearted.

My own ambition, my deepest and truest ambition, is to find within myself someday, somehow, the ability to do likewise, to do NOTHING - and find it enough.

I would like to get nominated for a Grammy, but I don't set out to do that anymore, though, 'cause I never felt like I got my just due in the business, period anyway.

I don't eat cereal actually... Frosted Flakes... that's as close as I can get.

With any sci-fi fantasy storytelling, you must have rules be very clear, otherwise you lose people, like 'OK, they can fly; now they can't fly.'

Where we stand is not as important as the direction in which we are moving.

You know i was just thinking that it's better to die trying [to live your bravest dream] than to live sleeping.

And, uh, I did that, and there was nothing more ridiculous to me than finding the weight of the earth because I didn't care how much the earth weighed.

Take away ambition and vanity, and where will be your heroes and patriots?

Power in the hands of particular groups and classes serves like a prism to refract reality through their own perspective.