Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.
He had given her too much. He had given her everything.
If your appearance is all people see, they have no respect for your mind.
The Magicians Apprentice was about someone from the low end of society manifesting magical power and how that completely messes up the balance of the whole system.
Better to know the quick pain of truth than the ongoing pain of a long-held false hope.
Wisdom and knowledge is everywhere, but so is stupity.
What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.
An idler and a sluggard are as different as a gourmand and a glutton.
Uh, what are you doing?” “Nothing much. Just erasing all of Calinda’s good grades and replacing them with incompletes. Eventually, the administrators will figure out what happened, but I’m making it look like a computer error. Still, I imagine she’ll get some nasty lectures from her profs and parents in the meantime.
But that constant adjustment and adaptation to your new environment, all the variables are the same. There's always a promoter, there's always a rider, there's always a shower, and there's always a stage.
I'm proposing on one level that hallucinogens be thought of as almost as social pheromones that regulate the rate at which language develops, and therefore regulate human culture generally.