Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

The heart cherishes secrets not worth the telling

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

"And you require no answers", Foamfollower was laughing in his gladness, "You are sufficient to every question".

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

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.

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