Top 15 Esther Friesner Quotes

What a hero!"
"What an idiot!"
"What's the difference?

We are all doomed, condemned to have the flesh seared from our bones, our blood gouting from our headless necks as the dragon rends limb from limb!"
"Wait a minute," the first guard said. "How can the dragon rend us limb from limb, blood gouting and all, if it's already seared the flesh from our bones?"
Another Gorgorian guard gave him a smart thwack in the head and said, "It's a holy vision, you clod. Things don't need to make sense when they're holy visions.

The trouble with having royal advisors," the king muttered half to himself, "is that they're always trying to give a man advice!

That didn’t really fit the facts or make very much sense, but as a theory it had a certain perverse appeal.

The winter of ignorance could come, the cold stoked by a thousand bonfires. There would always be loveless souls ready to kindle such blazes with their neighbors’ books, or dreams, or children.

Raleel let his head tilt back as he filled his nostrils with the satisfying reek of small hearts and mouldering souls. Selfish greed for their own salvation pulsed from those fifteen in waves he could almost touch, and damnation take anyone who dared to stand between them and the Heaven for which only they were good enough.

Have lunch. It wasn’t anywhere near noon, but for food like this, they weren’t about to quibble. Suddenly the idea of going forth and smiting the heathen didn’t seem that attractive. Life is too short and sweet to waste it bludgeoning your brother into accepting your way of seeing Heaven.

Growing up’s not something that just happens south of your belt buckle. It’s opening your eyes and taking on the nightmares yourself, without calling for Mommy or Daddy or even God. It’s facing down evil, even when you know it might be the last thing you ever do.

His salvation flunkies. Mouthing off a hundred and one misapplied Biblical justifications a minute for why they can split heads, kick butt, and burn anything or anyone who tells them No. They are still going to Heaven. They’ll be the only ones there, but what the hey!

“What is it about L.A.?”
“The Great Cosmic Belly Button that attracteth the spiritual lint of the universe,” Faith replied.

The shortest way to multiply damnations is to divide mortals. Fear’s a great one for that—fear the stranger, fear the different, fear the afflicted—long as you can keep your pigeons so damn scared there’s no room in them to even try to figure out whether there’s anything real to be scared of in the first place.

It was an edifice that combined high tech and low taste to an astonishing degree.

Come on, Noel, you know me. You know how I feel about books. Do you think I'd ever willfully destroy one? Ten? Hundreds? A whole library full?"
"You wouldn't," Noel agreed. "But those friends of yours are straight out of the Dark Ages. Who knows what they'd do?"
"They'd tell you what made the Dark Ages so damn dark was not enough books, that's what they do." Roger stuck out his chin. "They know what they owe to books more than a lot of the sitcom slaves out there. They know you can't solve any problem in thirty minutes, less commercial breaks. They know that the past wasn't perfect but they also know how to look through the histories for past mistakes so they'll recognize them if they come around again. They'll do a lot of things, but they won't hurt books.

Don’t try weaseling through too many loopholes or one of them could turn into a noose.

He did not know the proper name by which to call preshrunk designer jeans, yet if left to his own lexical devices, he would name them Paradise. Like many another man of faith, he yearned for entry thereto.