One day,' Orest said, looking at him comically, 'you will say something that is less than practical and sensible, something that is driven by no forethought and nothing but passion, and I will probably collapse with shock.

Although you feel relief now, this is likely to be the source of many sleepless nights for you. You will lie awake, look upon your heart, and find it unlovely. You will be certain that (...) you are the greatest of monsters. This is a good thing; although you may forgive yourself, you must never come to think that your actions were in any way justifiable. But- (...) Being a sane, honorable human being is not always comfortable.

He isn't stupid, but his interests are so narrow I doubt I could slip a sheet of paper in between them

. . . from what he knew about the Creatures of the Dark they wouldn't waste their time laying elaborate traps. They'd just eat someone.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

When warriors feel afraid they lack something, it is only because they are forgetful. They have forgotten how capable they truly are.

Zen Hugs - the hugs that you would get, if we were there, if we could hug you, but we aren't, and we can't.