What will you do now?' I think I will become a monk and devote my entire life to prayer and good works.' No,' said Rek. 'I mean, what will you do today?' Ah! Today I'll get drunk and go whoring,' said Bowman.

If we are still discussing its merits tomorrow, I will agree with you," said Diagoras. "Cheer up, laddie. Nobody lives forever." "Oh I expect you will, Druss, Old Horse. It's the mortals around you who always seem to kiss the granite.

May all your dreams but one come true, for what is life without a dream?

Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.

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

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

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.