I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun; and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a Shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.

And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?

Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts. (Ghan-buri-Ghan, of allies during war)

The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure.

Adventures make one late for supper.