Few there were who could change his courses by counsel. None by force.

Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!

Where there's life there's hope, and need of vittles.

The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and able to fly, turn grey lead into yellow gold, and the still rock into a swift water. If it could do the one, it could do the other; it inevitably did both. When we can take green from grass, blue from heaven, and red from blood, we have already an enchanter's power.

Alas, not me, lord!" she said. "Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing! I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle.

Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.

Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.