Paul

“A sword of pure moonlight flashed in the angel’s hand. The two fought viciously as another dark shape closed in. The girl fell. Closer to the ground now. Close to the priest. He ran under her. Her form grew bigger swiftly, coming at him. Please, God. He caught her, mostly. His nose bloodied, his eye shut, his mouth full of grit. They rolled. She smelled of juniper. Somehow he picked her up and ran.”
― Christopher Buehlman, Between Two Fires

“As the twain eyed each other challengingly through the murky fog lit indirectly by distant torches, they were already dimly aware that they were two long-sundered, matching fragments of a greater hero and that each had found a comrade who would outlast a thousand quests and a lifetime—or a hundred lifetimes—of adventuring.”
― Fritz Leiber, The Adventures of Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser: Swords and Deviltry, Swords Against Death, and Swords in the Mist

“You had to hand it to the Patrician, he admitted grudgingly. If you didn’t, he sent men to come and take it away.”
― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

“In memory, we find the most complete release from the narrowness of presented time and place.... The picture is one of human beings confronted by a world in which they can be masters only as they ... discover ways of escape from the complete sway of immediate circumstances. —F. C. Bartlett, Remembering”
― Studs Terkel, The Good War: An Oral History of World War II