Women are almost always angry with men for one reason or another. It's one of things you'll have to get used to, as you get older.

Everything is idiocy if you choose to look at it in the proper perspective.

It's gaudy, ugly, and in terribly bad taste. It does, however, suit my personality almost perfectly.

I have an unconscious burglar living in my mind: If I read something, it's mine. I can read Middle English stories, Geoffrey Chaucer or Sir Thomas Malory, but once I start moving in the direction of contemporary fantasy, my mind begins to take over.

Nothing that's really worthwhile should be easy, Belgarion. If it's easy, we don't value it.

If the general opinion is pessimistic, fantasy is going to hold its own.

Ce'Nedra returned, frowning and a little angry. "They won't give me their eggs, Lady Polgara," she complained. "They're sitting one them." "You have to reach under them and take the eggs, dear." "Won't that make them angry?" "Are you afraid of a chicken?