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.

A cynic by experience, a romantic by inclination and now a hero by necessity.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

If you look at any ancient civilization, they've all used fantasy stories to train the young.

... Life can be savored only if you look to the future and leave vengeance to the gods

Hate is the father of all evil.

Fear is good, for it makes us cautious and aids survival. Not so with terror. It is like slow poison, paralyzing the limbs and blurring the mind. . . Never, when in danger, ask yourself, What will they do to me? Instead think, What can I do to prevent them?