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.

After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth'.

Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!

Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!

Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.

Slight changes simply make a blur.

For you do not yet know the strengths of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet on the road.