Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Ask yourselves if the gods are angry, you who have seen Harmony come among us, walk among us, touch us, look kindly… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
When I write what publishers call 'fantasy' I am writing in what I think is the most important tradition of fiction: starting with Homer… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Loyalty must be forged - to him, to his: stronger than iron, from experience, from risk - it can't be bought, or taught, or… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
