The Last Dragonslayer Quotes & Sayings

For so many centuries, the exchange of gifts has held us together. It has made it possible to bridge the abyss where language struggles. — Barry Lopez

There are so many quirky characters, it's easy to fall in love with any number of the characters on 'The Carrie Diaries'. — Brendan Dooling

He sees all the lovely influences of life as modes of light: the imagination itself is the world of light. The world is made by it, and yet the world cannot understand it: that is because the imagination is simply a manifestation of love, and it is love and the capacity for it that distinguishes one human being from another. — Oscar Wilde

One sage is worth more than a thousand warriors. — Matshona Dhliwayo

It must be tempered with discipline. Ferocity is useless unless employed in the proper place ... — Jim Butcher

I have yet to see a fine photograph which is not a good document. — Berenice Abbott

Love toxic people from a distance. — Bryant McGill

Mind you, if we we're talking about regeneration, we could go a step further and take a leaf out of the sponge book. There are sponges you can chop to pieces, whiz up in the blender, and then press through a sieve, but they'll still regenerate."
"Useful, maybe," I replied, "but I think there is a limit to the amount of fun you could have as a sponge. — Jasper Fforde

If you had the mental energy in the tank, you could create in an instant. — Wayne Thomas Batson

Vyshinsky: And your occupation? — Amor Towles

I see you've met Patrick of Ludlow," I replied, trying to stifle a giggle, for Tiger was thirty feet up in the shabby atrium , perched high upon a chandelier. "How long have you been up there?"
"Half an hour," he answered crossly, "with only a lot of dust and the Transient Moose for company. — Jasper Fforde

His father's last word, which Sean had never told anyone, not even his mother, hadn't been goodbye: it had been hello. He hadn't died; he'd been set free from the constraints of history and flesh. And while the fathers of other children could only be the people they were, and were forced to live the lives they'd made for themselves, the Philip Steiner of his son's daydreams was all the possible versions of himself that Sean could imagine. He was always near, always ready to listen, always offering solace. He was all the possible fathers. He was a dragonslayer and a titan of industry; he was a cunning detective and a grizzled gunfighter; he was an astronaut and a priest and a jailer of thieves. He lived in the shadows, and he filled his son's world with light. — Dexter Palmer