Desires should never be justified,' Tehol said, wagging a finger. 'All you end up doing is illuminating the hidden reasons by virtue of their obvious absence.

I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.

The art of illusion is grace itself.

Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

The notion of evil for its own sake strikes me as boring -- all these Dark Lords intent on creating wastelands packed with enslaved victims... for what?

I'll not deny I am impressed by your mastery of six warrens, Quick Ben. In retrospect, you should have held back on at least half of what you command." The man made to rise. "But, Bauchelain," the wizard replied, "I did.