Some people have a gift for stupidity, an almost mystic ability to withstand any form of logic.

Societies need heroes. So we travel to places where the revisionists cannot dismantle the great.

I would have offered you a forest of truth, but you wish to speak of a single leaf

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.

Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple.

There are times, Sember, when I could believe your mother had a secret lover. Looking at you makes me wonder if it was one of my goats.

To be truthful i am not entirely sure what people mean when they talk of happiness. There are moments of joy and laughter, the comfort of friendship, but enduring happiness? If it exists i have not found it