“When ambition outstrips ability, that is always a recipe for disaster.” — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“They slept little that night, making their newfound love like people for whom the world is running out. Fern did not think of her Task, not because she had abandoned it, but because she felt it would present itself for her attention when the moment was right, and until then she had an intermission, a suspension of hostilities, given by… — Jan Siegel Copy Share
“They walked along in silence, that silence just before parting where everything has been left unsaid and it is too late now to say… — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“There was a long pause. “you know,” he went on, “I sometimes think mankind is dangerously arrogant. We do a few sums, and then claim we have the universe off pat. we measure the spaces between the stars, and declare them empty. We set a limit on infinity. We are like the occupants of a closed room; having worked out… — Jan Siegel Copy Share
“I am only mortal, desperate, urgent. Spirits have endless ages in which to do nothing, if they so choose, but humans have death to… — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“Everyone has to act out of character sometimes. It's like taking your clothes off: you feel free without your character but very naked, unprotected.… — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“And she knew she was not sure, she would never be sure, because uncertainty is the essence of the human condition, and death is… — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“When ambition outstrips ability, that is always a recipe for disaster.” — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“As the chant grew in volume she began to be conscious of the terrible potency of language, the sense that a name spoken is… — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“Lougarry was waiting over the brow of the hill, lying so still in the grass that a butterfly had perched within an inch of… — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“Advice is a dangerous thing," the Watcher responded. "It should be given only rarely and cautiously, and taken in small doses with skepticism.” — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
“I am his lover. They had made no promises, no vows; this was an interlude which might end with the next sunset or ebb… — Jan Siegel Copy Share Image
