My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.

By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down the gates!" "There's not much of it left to storm," said Eilonwy. "Oh?" said Fflewddur, with disappointment. "Very well, we shall do the best we can.

A crown is more discomfort than adornment. If you have learned that, you have already learned much.

And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.

Evil cannot be conquered by wishing.

We hold each other's lives in our open hands, not in clenched fists.

If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.