A warrior feeds his body well; he trains it; works on it. Where he lacks knowledge, he studies. But above all he must believe. He must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

We make choices everyday, some of them good, some of them bad. And - if we are strong enough - we live with the consequences.

Every little bit of good I may do, let me do it now for I may not come this way again.

This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.

Fear is an aid to the warrior. It is a small fire burning. It heats the muscles, making us stronger. Panic comes when the fire is out of control, consuming all courage and pride.

If there is one sound the follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.

You do not convince me. You rationalize your actions and because the result is favorable you become right.