You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.

A book's alright when the weather's foul and there's nothing else to do, but why sit and read when the wind is calling your name?

It's only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it's gathering information.

In a dog's world, only three states existed: "now," "in a while," and "forever." If someone left, he was gone "forever," and when he returned they rejoiced as much as if he were back from the dead precisely because he'd been gone "forever.

Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.

Truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism.

If you would rise, do so alone.