The Wizard's Dilemma Quotes

“Honey, have you seen your sister?”
She’s on Jupiter, Mom.”
― Diane Duane, The Wizard's Dilemma

“All the drawing lacks
is the final touch: To add
eyes to the dragon”
― Diane Duane, The Wizard's Dilemma

“Nita stood there horrified. “You just killed him!”
“No,” the Lone One said, “you did. Not a bad start, but then you were intent enough on killing something.”
All around Nita, the snarling of the viruses was getting louder and louder. “Anyway, don’t be too concerned about Pralaya; I’ll find another of his people to replace him if there’s need. Now, though, matters stand as I told you they stood. All we need is your conscious answer to the question. Can we do business?”
Nita stood there, frozen.
And another voice spoke out of the darkness.
“Fairest and Fallen,” Kit said, “one more time…greeting and defiance.”
― Diane Duane, The Wizard's Dilemma

“Knowing is most of my job,” the Transcendent Pig said. “But then there’s a long tradition of oracular pigs. I should know: I started it.” It paused. “That is, assuming you’re into sequential time.”
“It works all right for me,” Nita said, rather cautiously.
“Well, preference is everything, as far as time’s concerned; you can handle it however you like.”
― Diane Duane, The Wizard's Dilemma

“And to the Pig he said, "What's the meaning of life?"

"You know, a friend of yours was asking me the same thing the other day," said the Transcendent Pig, ambling over, sitting down, and looking Ponch over in an amiable way. "Is asking," it added.”
― Diane Duane, The Wizard's Dilemma

“Kit gave the Pig a look. "Oh, come on! The Powers..." His voice trailed off as the Pig gave him the same look right back. "I mean, the One... wouldn't play jokes--"

"Wouldn't It?" said the Transcendent Pig. "Been out in the real world lately?”
― Diane Duane, The Wizard's Dilemma

“She had seen her mother looking ethereal, in her tutu and swan feathers and dinky little crown, in the poster from a Denver Opera Ballet production—looking like something you could break in two. But looking over her shoulder one day and seeing Nita eyeing dubiously that old framed poster, her mother had said, “Honey, take my advice. Don’t mess around with swans. One of those pretty white wings could break your leg in three places.” And off she had gone with the laundry basket, sailing past, graceful and strong, with the danger showing only around the edges of the chuckle.”
― Diane Duane, The Wizard's Dilemma