Llonio said life was a net for luck; to Hevydd the Smith life was a forge; and to Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman a loom. They spoke truly, for it is all of these. But you,' Taran said, his eyes meeting the potter's, 'you have shown me life is one thing more. It is clay to be shaped, as raw clay on a potter's wheel.

For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.

After I saved some money, I quit work and went to a local college.

A man who claims to be fearless is an idiot or a liar.

Behind one truth there is always yet another.

Evil cannot be conquered by wishing.

No, no," said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us," he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.