Janet Ellen Morris (born May 25, 1946) is an American author of fiction and nonfiction, best known for her fantasy and science fiction and her authorship of a non-lethal weapons concept for the U.S. military.
"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.
No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.
Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.
Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.
Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.
You get what you expect. Expect to heal. Expect victory.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
Niko, you're halfway to where you need to go. It's the most dangerous time. And all the gods and forces have a stake in you, Hero. Or do you want to be just a memory, a cult somewhere, with people sacrificing horses to your name?
Always take responsibility for your past. It is your only collateral in life. Unless you despise yourself now, you cannot despise yourself then. Everything you did is a part of the process that brought you here. All your past is as alive and real as your so-called 'present. '
You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.
This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the battle of your choice, of the body, or the heart, or the soul.
Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.
If the gods sent you to fight here, then the gods are fools.
It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance. . . no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.
Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.
There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.
What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.
It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.
The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.