And now, Elric had told three lies. The first concerned his cousin Yyrkoon. The second concerned the Black Sword. The third concerned Cymoril. And upon those three lies was Elric's destiny to be built, for it is only about things which concern us most profoundly that we lie clearly and with profound conviction.

Destiny's Champion, Fate's fool. Eternity's Soldier, Time's Tool.

Americans need bullshit the way koala bears need eucalyptus leaves. They've become totally addicted to it. They get so much of it back home that they can't survive without it.

I know not which I prefer the look of—those who attack us or that which defends us!

All Empires fall, All ages die, All strife shall be in vain. All Kings go down, All hope must fail, But Tanelorn remains Our Tanelorn remains.

Is the prisoner a prisoner because he lives in a cage or because he knows that he lives in a cage?

Because I had sought to challenge Destiny, Destiny had taken vengeance.