Sorcerer Quotes

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Karl Marx
“Modern bourgeois society with its relations of production, of exchange, and of property, a society that has conjured up such gigantic means of production and of exchange, is like the sorcerer, who is no longer able to control the powers of the nether world whom he has called up by his spells.”
Karl Marx, The Communist Manifesto

Jess C. Scott
“Follow your heart, Ithilnin," Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life.”
Jess C. Scott, The Darker Side of Life

Carlos Castaneda
“We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! "This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico ... They took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them." "No, no, no, no," [Carlos replies] "This is absurd don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone." "Why not?" don Juan asked calmly. "Why not? Because it infuriates you? ... You haven't heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal." "'But how can they do this, don Juan? [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. "'Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?" "'No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuvre from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now." "I know that even though you have never suffered hunger... you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its manoeuvre is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear." "The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when [the predator] made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then, everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man. What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat." "There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.”
Carlos Castaneda, The Active Side of Infinity

Carlos Castaneda
“What distinguishes normal people is that we share a metaphorical dagger; the concerns of our self - reflection. With this dagger, we cut ourselves and bleed; and the job of our chains of self - reflection is to give us the feeling that we are bleeding together, that we are sharing something wonderful; our humanity. But if we were to examine it, we would discover that we are bleeding alone; that we are not sharing anything; that all we are doing is toying with our manageable, unreal, man-made reflection. Sorcerers are no longer in the world of daily affairs, because they are no longer prey to their self - reflection.”
Carlos Castaneda, Power of Silence

Robert Desnos
“The stranger was still smiling. He transformed himself into a rose bush and entwined me. My Christian education meant that ever since childhood I have had a horror of vice and it was not without a quite understandable terror that I discerned the pleasure I felt in the embrace of this vigorous bush whose branches gradually mingled with my limbs, my hair and my looks. When one of its flowers came apart in my mouth, I could feel myself grasping the sorcerer in my arms in my turn. He was transformed into a torrent, and I was a barge, into desert and I was smoke, into a car and I was a road, into a man and I was a woman. 'What we are doing is very wrong,' he said and was off.”
Robert Desnos

Betsy Schow
“A ferocious growl drew my gaze to the back of the room, where a hairy beast wore a yellow ball gown. I tried to block out the memory of Beauty in that dress earlier this evening.”
Betsy Schow, Spelled

A. Merc Rustad
“You sit beside the sorcerer, your love, and unzip your ribs. Tucked under your heart is a small oak box, plain and unvarnished. You offer it to the sorcerer. 'I brought this for you.”
A. Merc Rustad, Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology

Alex    George
“I suppose we should send someone to make sure the queen does not come to the wall also,” the king jested.

“I would say that it is too late for that, my lord,” a feminine voice answered from the group gathered in the courtyard. They all turned to find the queen dressed in chain mail and wearing a conical helmet on her head.”
Alex George, Under the Dragon's Claw

C.L. Wilson
“Dark, shadowy figures moved closer, circling.
Torel pulled his two seyani longswords free of their scabbards. "Come, then!" He shouted. "Come dance with the tairen, if you dare! Miora felah ti' Feyreisa! Joy to the Feyreisa! And death to you all!"
And he became a whirling blur of motion - black leather, shining steel, red blood - spinning in the moonlight, delivering death to all he touched until he moved no more.”
C.L. Wilson, Lord of the Fading Lands

Elizabeth Bevarly
“Virtuoso? Are you serious? What kind of code name is that? Who's assigning code names these days? They should be shot. How can anyone feel threatened by someone named Virtuoso?”
Elizabeth Bevarly, Overnight Male

Thea Harrison
“With her face tilted up to his, the subtle edge of moonlight touched along the edge of one high cheekbone, the tilted edge of one eye, and those beautiful, enticing lips. Obeying an impulse he couldn’t put into words, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.”
Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

Amanda V. Shane
“This is, indeed, a place where magic happens…”
Amanda V. Shane, Snow Maiden

Thea Harrison
“He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.”
Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

Thea Harrison
“Just when I was coping with the idea that I’d necked with a werewolf,” she muttered. “Just when I was beginning to flirt with the idea of possibly… possibly inviting sex with a werewolf. I’m trying to imagine how I would tell this story to my best friend. I think it would go something like this: See, I’ve never seen him in daylight. He’s just this werewolf guy.”
Beside her, he had stiffened. Very quietly, he said, “Sex?”
Thea Harrison, Spellbinder

Curtis Tyrone Jones
“She was sorceress on paper, a goddess in her mind but a mere peasant to everyone living in her present times.”
Curtis Tyrone Jones

Amit Kalantri
“I don’t do magic tricks because I am happy; I’m happy because I do magic tricks.”
Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

Dani Harper
“Trahern had been gifted with the rare, full measure of a sorcerer’s power.”
Dani Harper, Storm Crossed

Noor Al-Shanti
“The figure’s exposed arms were so scarred and burnt they almost looked like they were covered with scales. Bright silver hair hung down over the man’s frighteningly large, glowing eyes.”
Noor Al-Shanti, Children of the Dead City

Kate Elliott
“You are weeping, child," the old man said as he rested a companionable hand on her shoulder.
"So I am," she agreed. But this time she let the tears fall.
"Truly, there is more to you than I first saw." He regarded the burning stone with a frown as light flickered along its length and began to die. "I can only see through the gateways using the power of blood. Yet you can simply look, and thereby see."
Startled, she turned on him. "I thought you were a great sorcerer. Can't you teach me everything I need to know?"
He smiled at her and walked away, but he was only going to sit on his bench of rock. He picked up the rope and began to twist the strands against his thigh.
"In the end, only one person can teach you everything you need to know, and that is your own self. If you wish to learn with me, you must be patient. Now." He gestured toward the burning stone. "You must make your choice - there or here. The gateway is closing."
The flames flickered lower until they rippled like a sheen of water trembling along the surface of the stone.
She was still weeping, gentle tears that slid down her cheeks. "Ai, Lady! What must I do? How can I leave them?"
Yet she had known all along that it might come to this. She could never regret the choice she has made before and, knowing what she had known then, she would make the same choice again: to return to Sanglant.
But she knew a lot more now.
Now she know who her enemies were.”
Kate Elliott, The Burning Stone