Judith Tarr Quotes

There was no help for it. He was what he was, and that was an incorrigible meddler. Which, he reflected, was not an inadequate description of a mage.

You are a fool, sir priest. Ignorance may excuse you. It will certainly kill you.

I am asking you to help me. Our mutual master would stride naked into the desert, trusting in God and in his own brilliance to shield him from the sun. But the desert knows only that it is. Neither gods nor cleverness mean anything to it.

"You weren't waiting up for me, were you?"
Gerbert shrugged. "You know how little I sleep. I was contemplating my sins."
"Sleep will do you more good."

May God preserve us from an honest pope.

In that instant, Gerbert hated him with a perfect hate. A monster, one could comprehend, and even forgive: one could see that a devil had possessed him. This flawless selfishness was beyond endurance.

Gerbert recognized quality in the plainness of the woman’s robe, and in the carving of a lintel, and in the hanging of a rug on a whitewashed wall. The only magic in it was the alchemy of taste.

So eager still! Do you never tire?
"Oh, yes, my Lord," said Gerbert. "But when I've struggled long and hard, and then at last I understand, I forget everything but that."

Traitors were not cherished even by those who bought them.

"Peace." Gerbert rolled the word on his tongue. "Is that what it is? I'd been calling it happiness."

Now there was sophistry. A mage was a perilous beast, but a mage who was also a logician and a theologian was deadly enough to outface the devil himself.

I would tell you that the West is sadly fallen. What men knew once, they know no longer, nor want to know. It is all iron and edged blades, and lord smiting lord for a fistful of power. They dream of empires, and they kill for a furlong of wasteland.
"But I, my lord, I want to know what the world is."