Everything is a contest. All dealings among men are a contest in which some will succeed and others fail. And some are failing quite spectacularly.

So, when people try to give you some book with a shiny round award on the cover, be kind and gracious, but tell them you don't read "fantasy," because you prefer stories that are real. Then come back here and continue your research on the cult of evil Librarians who secretly rule the world.

The Shaod, it was called. The Transformation... When it came, the fortuante person's life ended and began anew; he would discard his old, mundane existence and move to Elantris. Elantris, where he could live in bliss, rule in wisdom, and be worshiped for eternity. Eternity ended ten years ago.

Sometimes it was daunting, knowing how easily I could break things. This one simple curse seemed to dominate my entire life.

Overcome your guilt. Care, but not too much. Take responsibility, but don't blame yourself. Protect, save, help- but know when to give up. They're precarious ledges to walk. How do I do it?

To age truly was to suffer the ultimate treason, that of one's body against oneself.

You cannot tempt the hearts of men who are pure.