But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.

I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.

We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are.

And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.

I don't write tracts, I write novels. I'm not a preacher, I'm a fiction writer.

To light a candle is to cast a shadow.