Tad Williams citáty

Tad Williams , vlastným menom Robert Paul Williams je americký spisovateľ žánru fantasy a sci-fi.

Vo svojom živote vystriedal niekoľko zamestnaní, kým v roku 1985 uverejnil svoj prvý román Tailchaser's Song. Okamžite získal pamätnú cenu J.W. Campbella za najlepší spisovateľský debut. Wikipedia  

✵ 14. marec 1957
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“Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it- memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Dragonbone Chair (1988), Chapter 42, “Beneath the Uduntree” (p. 718).
Kontext: “Never make your home in a place,” the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than wag a finger. “Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it—memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things.” Morgenes had grinned. “That way it will go with you wherever you journey. You’ll never lack for a home—unless you lose your head, of course...”

“She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.”

Tad Williams kniha River of Blue Fire

Zdroj: River of Blue Fire

“You are only a prisoner when you surrender.”

Tad Williams kniha Shadowplay

Zdroj: Shadowplay

“… Coca-Cola and fries, the wafer and wine of the Western religion of commerce.”

Tad Williams kniha City of Golden Shadow

Zdroj: City of Golden Shadow

“Sometimes doing the gods’ bidding required a hardened heart.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, To Green Angel Tower (1993), Part 1, Chapter 4, “The Silent Child” (p. 145).

“Fear goes where it is invited.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Stone of Farewell (1990), Chapter 7, “Spreading Fires” (p. 171).

“Sharp it away, lad, sharp it away,” the burly guardsman said, making the blade skitter across the whetstone, “lest otherways ye’ll be a girl afore ye’re a man.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Dragonbone Chair (1988), Chapter 31, “The Councils of the Prince” (p. 502).

“Nothing is without cost. There is a price to all power, and it is not always obvious.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Dragonbone Chair (1988), Chapter 10, “King Hemlock” (p. 142).

“We trolls say: “Make Philosophy your evening guest, but do not let her stay the night.””

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Dragonbone Chair (1988), Chapter 17, “Binabik” (p. 260).

“I’m your apprentice!” Simon protested. “When are you going to teach me something?”
“Idiot boy! What do you think I’m doing? I’m trying to teach you to read and to write. That’s the most important thing. What do you want to learn?”
“Magic!” Simon said immediately. Morgenes stared at him.
“And what about reading…?” the doctor asked ominously.
Simon was cross. As usual, people seemed determined to balk him at every turn. “I don’t know,” he said. What’s so important about reading and letters, anyway? Books are just stories about things. Why should I want to read books?”
Morgenes grinned, an old stoat finding a hole in the henyard fence. “Ah, boy, how can I be mad at you…what a wonderful, charming, perfectly stupid thing to say!” The doctor chuckled appreciatively, deep in his throat.
“What do you mean?” Simon’s eyebrows moved together as he frowned. “Why is it wonderful and stupid?”
“Wonderful because I have such a wonderful answer,” Morgenes laughed. Stupid because…because young people are made stupid, I suppose—as tortoises are made with shells, and wasps with stings—it is their protection against life’s unkindnesses.”
“Begging your pardon?” Simon was totally flummoxed now.
“Books,” Morgenes said grandly, leaning back on his precarious stool, “—books are magic. That is the simple answer. And books are traps as well.”
“Magic? Traps?”
“Books are a form of magic—” the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, “—because they span time and distance more surely than any spell or charm. What did so-and-so think about such-and-such two hundred years agone? Can you fly back through the ages and ask him? No—or at least, probably not.
But, ah! If he wrote down his thoughts, if somewhere there exists a scroll, or a book of his logical discourses…he speaks to you! Across centuries! And if you wish to visit far Nascadu or lost Khandia, you have also but to open a book….”
“Yes, yes, I suppose I understand all that.” Simon did not try to hide his disappointment. This was not what he had meant by the word “magic.” “What about traps, then? Why ‘traps’?”

Morgenes leaned forward, waggling the leather-bound volume under Simon’s nose. “A piece of writing is a trap,” he said cheerily, “and the best kind. A book, you see, is the only kind of trap that keeps its captive—which is knowledge—alive forever. The more books you have,” the doctor waved an all-encompassing hand about the room, “the more traps, then the better chance of capturing some particular, elusive, shining beast—one that might otherwise die unseen.”
Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Dragonbone Chair (1988), Chapter 7, “The Conqueror Star” (pp. 92-93).

“There are no promises in life, Sludig, but it seems to me smarter to take fewer chances.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Stone of Farewell (1990), Chapter 25, “Petals in a Wind Storm” (p. 640).

“She knew that life was but a long struggle against disorder, and that disorder was the inevitable winner.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Stone of Farewell (1990), Chapter 9, “Cold and Curses” (p. 211).

“Light, with its handmaiden color, was everywhere.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Dragonbone Chair (1988), Chapter 37, “Jiriki’s Hunt” (p. 629).

“He wanted a home desperately. He was close to the point where he would take a mattress in Hell if the Devil would lend him a pillow.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Stone of Farewell (1990), Chapter 14, “A Crown of Fire” (p. 342).

“It was easy to hate if he did not think, Simon discovered.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, To Green Angel Tower (1993), Part 1, Chapter 15, “Lake of Glass” (p. 469).

“A king’s son has nothing but inferiors, each one a potential assassin.”

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Dragonbone Chair (1988), Chapter 1, “The Grasshopper and the King” (p. 12).

“Sometimes you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: “what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.””

Zdroj: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Stone of Farewell (1990), Chapter 9, “Cold and Curses” (p. 207).

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