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

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.

I may not yet be as old as dirt, but dirt and I are starting to have an awful lot in common.

Joy is in the ears that hear.

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

Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ended and the ashes of light began. The low clouds seemed full of grief -- tense and uneasy with accumulated woe -- and yet affectless, unable to rain, as if the air clenched itself too hard for tears. And through the dawn, Atiaran and Covenant moved heavily, unevenly, like pieces of a broken lament.

It is the responsibility of the living to make meaningful the sacrifices of the dead.