The freedom to swing your fist ends at my nose.

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.

A quaint conceit, don't you think?

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.

Three things trust and cherish well- The horse on which you ride, The beast that guards and watches, And your shield-mate at your side.

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same.

Assume the attitude of prayer, and in time, the attitude will become prayer.