Whatever happened to him?" Silk asked. "He went swimming in the Nedrane." "I didn't know that Thulls swam all that well." "They don't–particularly not with large rocks tied to their feet.

It's only a story, isn't it?"... "Who's to say what's only a story and what's truth disguised as a story?

The whole world is beautiful, Belgarion' Eriond assured him in response to that unspoken thought. 'You just have to know how to look at it

If you're going to maintain any kind of self-respect, you're going to have to keep secrets from yourself.

We're all entitled to a little stupidity now and then.

Isn't it easier to forgive than to hate? Until we learn how to forgive, that sort of thing is going to keep on happening." He pointed at the tall pillars of smoke rising to the north. "Hate is a sterile thing, Belgarion.

Will you never grow up?" "I doubt it, and I certainly hope not.