Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.

I had no intention of pursuing either the characters or the setting further.

We didn't make the world. All we have to do is live in it.

It is wrong to ask for more than you give freely. In this way, we come to resemble what we hate.

Whatever the explanation, it's perfectly obvious that our educational system has nothing to do with education: it's a babysitting service designed to replicate the worst qualities of the parents.

However you look at it, in these books "power" tends to be an expression of the essential nature of the person or being whose power it is. On those occasions when we've seen Lord Foul act directly, he seems to exert the withering force of pure scorn. IMHO, that's pretty intense.

Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.