Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ended and the ashes of light began. The… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
“He lay in darkness, like a sacrifice; he could hear the teeth of his leprosy devouring his flesh. There was a smell of contempt around him, insisting on his impotence. But his lips were bowed in a placid smile, a… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
“A real man—real in all the ways that we recognize as real—finds himself suddenly abstracted from the world and deposited in a physical situation… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
Any belief that puts itself beyond doubt nurtures its own collapse. — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
“But he was dreaming. The way to endure a dream was to flow with it until it ended.” — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken. — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy. — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
“this library is another desert. A wasteland of words instead of sand.” — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
“...are you a person - with volition and maybe some stubborness and at least the capacity if not the actual determination to do something… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
“The speed felt tremendous. And the bottom of the ravine was treacherous. She ought to control her mount somehow - slow it; steer it… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
Whatever the explanation, it's perfectly obvious that our educational system has nothing to do with education: it's a babysitting service designed to replicate the… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
I had no intention of pursuing either the characters or the setting further. — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
For a variety of reasons, my books struck the marketplace like a thunderclap; and one of those reasons was that there were so few… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
