Egmont Books Quotes & Sayings

There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. — George R R Martin

So, what, Trevor was the quid and Shayna was the pro quo? I don't think so, Syd. Playing games is not my style. — Steph Campbell

I have no sponsors because I am not blond, tall and slim enough — Marion Bartoli

The myth stems from the belief that writing is some mystical process. That it's magical. That it abides by its own set of rules different from all other forms of work, art, or play.But that's bullshit. Plumbers don't get plumber's block. Teachers don't get teacher's block. Soccer players don't get soccer block. What makes writing different? Nothing. The only difference is that writers feel they have a free pass to give up when writing is hard. — Patrick Rothfuss

Then it came into his heart that he would command men to fashion a hall and a 55 mansion, a mightier house for their mead-drinking than the children of men had ever known, and — Unknown

I'm not stupid, I know your heart's involved in this and I've never, not once in all the time you've known me, given you the idea that I won't handle it with care. — Kristen Ashley

What I have done cannot be taken from me. — Eugene Delacroix

The strongest will is the will that knows how to bend. — Alice Duer Miller

doing with the puzzled — Douglas Adams

I don't run a car, have never run a car. I could say that this is because I have this extremely tender environmentalist conscience, but the fact is I hate driving. — David Attenborough

Nothing happens by chance, my friend ... No such thing as luck. — Richard Bach

I am a middle-aged opera queen in loafers that makes out I am a 16 year old death metal skater ... It's all fake! My hair is fake, my body is fake and my teeth are kind of fake — Rick Owens

O who knows what slumbers in the background of the times? — Friedrich Schiller