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.

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

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

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

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

He who waits for the sword to fall upon his neck will surely lose his head.

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