“Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.”

“Turning a manuscript into a book is easy; getting the manuscript ready to become a book is hard.”

“The slave is not afflicted with a punishment greater than the hardening of the heart and being distant from Allah. For the Fire was created to melt the hardened heart. The most distant heart from Allah is the heart which is hardened. If the heart becomes hardened, the eye becomes dry.”

“What’s the work for emotion in our life? I’ll say emotion gives the motion in life. If you don’t have emotion, then you will act like robot. You can’t feel anything. But we must feel everything from our mind. If any act doesn’t touch our mind then how could we live?”

“Happy ending aren’t just for royalty. Happy ending are for all of us.”

“Stay original. Originals are worth more than copies.”

“To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.”

“The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.”

“I mean to give the smallfolk peace and food and justice. If that will not suffice to win their love, let Mushroom make a progress. Or perhaps we might send a dancing bear. Someone once told me that the commons love nothing half so much as dancing bears. You may call a halt to this feast tonight as well. Send the lords home to their own keeps and give the food to the hungry. Full bellies and dancing bears shall be my policy. – Aegon III”

“Don’t think that just because you made it to the next level that the haters and naysayers disappear. Remember, new levels bring new devils.”

“Laughter with those that understand us is music for the soul. A hug at the right moment and a kind shoulder to lean on,Is the sprinkle of magic that keeps us walking towards hope.”

“Men, Kellhus had once told her, were like coins: they had two sides. Where one side of them saw, the other side of them was seen, and though all men were both at once, men could only truly know the side of themselves that saw and the side of others that was seen—they could only truly know the inner half of themselves and the outer half of others.At first Esmenet thought this foolish. Was not the inner half the whole, what was only imperfectly apprehended by others? But Kellhus bid her to think of everything she’d witnessed in others. How many unwitting mistakes? How many flaws of character? Conceits couched in passing remarks. Fears posed as judgements …The shortcomings of men—their limits—were written in the eyes of those who watched them. And this was why everyone seemed so desperate to secure the good opinion of others—why everyone played the mummer. They knew without knowing that what they saw of themselves was only half of who they were. And they were desperate to be whole.The measure of wisdom, Kellhus had said, was found in the distance between these two selves.Only afterward had she thought of Kellhus in these terms. With a kind of surpriseless shock, she realized that not once—not once!—had she glimpsed shortcomings in his words or actions. And this, she understood, was why he seemed limitless, like the ground, which extended from the small circle about her feet to the great circle about the sky. He had become her horizon.For Kellhus, there was no distance between seeing and being seen. He alone was whole. And what was more, he somehow stood from without and saw from within. He made whole …”

“Yo no odio a nadie. Pero no voy a agachar la cabeza por el hecho de que los antepasados de tus reyes derrotaran a los míos.”

“The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn’t it?”

“Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can’t get enough of them.”