...only in the surrender of the light could the darkness prevail.

Vanity's ridiculous, but we all fall prey to it from time to time.

As soon as somebody falls in love, all the wits seem to dribble out of the bottom of his head.

I'm never going to be in danger of getting the Nobel Prize for literature.

You're a cynic," Urgit accused. Silk shook his head. "No, Your Majesty. I'm a realist.

Call it my little gesture toward social conscience, but I like to think I'm teaching a certain number of people to read. Now that sounds pretentious!

What happened to your foot?" "I had a little disagreement with an eagle --stupid birds, eagles. He couldn't tell the difference between a hawk and a pigeon. I had to educate him. He bit me while I was tearing out a sizable number of his wing feathers." "Uncle," Polgara said reproachfully. "He started it.