Lorac Quotes & Sayings

Ideas are dangerous commodities. — E. C. R. Lorac

The first step towards mastering time is always to make time meaningless — Robert Aickman

I'm drawing a diagram of what time looks like if you're looking straight into it - like looking down a tunnel and seeing a circle, if the tunnel were an angry ten-dimensional crab, which is what, in vastly oversimplified terms, we mean by the human word time. — Austin Grossman

Worry is the last infirmity of the weak-minded. — E. C. R. Lorac

We write our deepest thoughts. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I don't want to go through this. I don't want to be without her. I don't want to miss her like I do, longing for her taste, her touch, her sounds. I don't want to be reborn in this new world, a world that means nothing in her absence. I don't want to be in this life without her. — Laurelin Paige

I was the shyest kid. I'd never speak, only if I had to. Honestly. — Bonnie Langford

I like to go to parties where I know everyone. How are you going to have fun with people you don't know? — Mary-Kate Olsen

That's the beauty of it," replied Worsley happily. "Life's usually all humdrum, trivial round and common task, you know, but it doesn't furnish all I've got to ask, by a long chalk. The only thing I'm sorry about is that you should have been worried by this tripe merchant, otherwise, I've enjoyed it all no end. If you only knew how I've been thanking my lucky stars that I decided to cut Metallurgy today, so that we all synchronized on the bridge. — E. C. R. Lorac

He was happy. All his life. ALL his life. There is an all now: beginning and end. But then I suppose no one gets out alive.
Lately, in the last years especially, he has been so happy. Surely that is a good life? That is enough? Dear God, I hope so. — Priya Parmar

Raistlin lay on the floor, his skin white, his breathing shallow. Blood trickled from his mouth. Kneeling down, Caramon lifted him in his arms.
"Raistlin?" he whispered. "What happened?"
"That's what happened," Tanis said grimly, pointing.
Caramon glanced up, his gaze coming to rest on the dragon orb - now grown to the size Caramon had seen in Silvanesti. It stood on the stand Raistlin had made for it. Caramon sucked in his breath in horror. Terrible visions of Lorac flooded his mind. Lorac insane, dying ...
"Raist!" he moaned, clutching his brother tightly.
Raistlin's head moved feebly. His eyelids fluttered, and he opened his mouth.
"What?" Caramon bent low, his brother's breath cold upon his skin. "What?"
"Mine ... " Raistlin whispered. "Spells ... of the ancients ... mine ... Mine ... " The mage's head lolled, his words died. But his face was calm, placid, relaxed. His breathing grew regular. — Margaret Weis

Evidence without ideas is more valuable than ideas without evidence. — E. C. R. Lorac