Stephen R. Donaldson
American fantasy, science fiction and mystery novelist.
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"Alas for the Earth! We are overthrown and have no friend to redeem us. Beauty shall pass utterly from the Land"
"One word more, a final caution: Do not forget whom to fear at the last. I have had to be content with killing and torment; but now my plans are laid, and I have begun. I shall not rest until I have eradicated hope from the Earth. Think on that, and be dismayed!"
When last comes to last,
I have little power:
I am merely an urn. I hold the bone-sap of myself,
and watch the marrow burn.
When last comes to last,
I have little strength:
I am only a tool. I work its work; and in its hands
I am the fool.
When last comes to last,
I have little life.
I am simply a deed: an action done while courage holds:
a seed.
This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.
Foamfollower's question caught him wandering. "Are you a storyteller, Thomas Covenant?"
"Go to hell," Covenant mumbled. "Don’t you ever sleep?"
"The Bloodguard do not sleep."
"What?"
"No Bloodguard has slept since the Haruchai swore their Vow."
With an effort, Covenant pulled himself into a sitting position. He peered blearily at Bannor for a moment, then muttered, "You’re already in hell."
"Did I do a whole life's laughing in that little time?"
"Futility is the defining characteristic of life. Pain is proof of existence"
"Joy is in the ears that hear, not in the mouth that speaks. The wold has few stories glad in themselves, and we must have gay ears to defy Despite"
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