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

The dullest man in the world is charming beyond belief when he's pouring gold coins from one hand to the other.

I'm a storyteller, not a prophet. I'm just interested in a good story.

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

Durnik needs a tower somewhere in the Vale," Belgarath was saying. "I don't see why, father," Polgara replied. "All of Aldur's disciples have towers, Pol. It's the custom." "Old customs persist --even when there's no longer any need for them." "He's going to need to study, Pol. How can he possibly study with you underfoot all the time?" She gave him a long, chilly stare. "Maybe I should rephrase that.

Isn't it odd how the little things can change a man's entire life?

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