#ago

Send anyone claiming that their RPG activity is an art form my way, and I'll gladly stick a pin in their head and deflate it just to have the satisfaction of the popping sound that makes. One might play a game artfully, but that makes neither the game nor its play art. ↗

— Gary Gygax

#art

I actually started singing those songs six or seven years ago, when I was an opening act for Frank Sinatra. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#actually #ago #frank #frank sinatra #i

The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#eragon #life #courage

I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish to have them in the neighborhood. But the world that contained even the imagination of Fáfnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever the cost of peril. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#beauty

I grew up with the white picket fence. My dad went to work nine to five, and he had a station wagon. ↗

— Matt Dillon

#fence #five #grew #had #i

Love can both ruin and save one. It is our deepest emotions that lay root to our most beautiful words. ↗

— Jennifer Megan Varnadore

#beauty

Thirty years ago, there was definitely a huge difference between men and women, and the man wanting to feel like the protector, and not scare the wife. ↗

— Robin Tunney

#between #definitely #difference #feel #huge

The fourth elf was younger than the others. This showed in the perfection of her skin, the agility and speed of her movements, and in the brightness of her dress. Her long silk garment was yellow and gold and green, and she wore a blue silk choker with a trailing silver scarf at her neck matching another at her waist. There was fire in her dark eyes which added to her overpowering beauty. ↗

— Ian Livingstone

#dahlver #elves #fantasy #ian-livingstone #zagor

I loved getting my M. B. A., and I really enjoyed being an accountant and financial analyst before I quit my day job twenty-five years ago to write full time. I just liked writing more…plus, I knew even then that as a full-time writer, I'd get plenty of chances to do business-type stuff, while as an accountant, I probably wouldn't get a lot of opportunities to write about dragons. ↗

— Patricia C. Wrede

#business #dragons #writing #business

How do you know they're magic and not some mechanical device of the dwarves?" Tanis asked, sensing that Tas was hiding something. Tas gulped. He had been hoping Tanis wouldn't ask him that question. "Uh," Tas stammered, "I---I guess I did sort of happened to, uh, mention them to Raistilin one night when you were all busy doing something else. He told me they might be magic. To find out, he said one of those weird spells of his and they--uh--began to glow. That meant they were enchanted. He asked me what they did and I demonstated and he said they were 'glasses of true seeing.' The dwarven magic-users of old made them to read books written in other languages and--" Tas stopped. "And?" Tanis pursued. "And--uh--magic spellbooks." Tas's voice was a whisper. "And what else did Raistlin say?" "That if I touched his spellbooks or even looked at them sideways, he'd turn me into a cricket and s-swallow m-me whole," Tasselhoff stammered. He looked up at Tanis with his wide eyed. "I belived him, too." Tanis shook his head. Trust Raistlin to come up with a threat awful enough to quensh the curiosity of a kender. ↗

— Margaret Weis

#business