He could hear himself screaming and he knew it was his death cry. Still he fought on, as he had fought all his life. I...will...control... The words came from his mouth, stained with his blood... I will control... Reaching out, his hands closed over the Staff on Magius. I will!

get back, get back! ill turn you into a piglet! ast a bula- no wait. that turns ME into a piglet!!

Only a man who cannot conquer his deficiencies feels the need to convince the world that he has none.

My dragon? save anybody? you must have have him confused with someone else- Smaug perhaps?.

over protective? a butler in a grade- B movie? someones jewish mother? you got it

Words can never fully say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak.

You choose to go voluntarily into the fire. The blaze might well destroy you. But if you survive, every blow of the hammer will serve to shape your being. Every drop of water wrung from you will temper and strengthen your soul.