Now's the time to be alive - to see it all happen, to be a part of it. That makes the blood race, and each breath is an adventure.

Its a perfectly good face, Sparhawk." "It covers the front of my head. What else can you expect from a face?

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

We're living in momentous times, Garion. The events of a thousand years and more have all focused on these very days. The world, I'm told, is like that. Centuries pass when nothing happens, and then in a few short years events of such tremendous importance take place that the world is never the same again." I think that if I had my choice, I'd prefer one of those quiet centuries," Garion said glumly. Oh, no," Silk said, his lips drawing back in a ferretlike grin. "Now's the time to be alive - to see it all happen, to be a part of it. That makes the blood race, and each breath is an adventure.

Garion started shaving. "Try to keep away from your nose," said Hettar wryly. "A man looks quite strange without a nose.

I taught in a small teacher's college for three or four years, at which point all the administrators got a pay raise and the teaching faculty didn't.

The only reason there's such a thing as a morning in the first place is to keep night and afternoon from bumping into each other. -Kheldar