I've always said fantasy is sort of 'stealth philosophy'.
Only a fool walks into the future backwards.
Celebrating faith over reason is merely a way of denying what is, in favor of embracing any whim that strikes your fancy.
In the darkest hours we must believe in ourselves.
Cara burst into a hearty laugh. She clapped Richard on the back as he walked passed. "I like her, Lord Rahl. You may keep her.
You talk like a drunk man walks: in every direction but where he be headed.