If your appearance is all people see, they have no respect for your mind.

How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?

Tayend nodded. “I know it won’t. I admit I was worried about you, but you are still your old self, underneath.” Dannyl straightened in protest. “Underneath what?” The Elyne stood up, waving one hand in Dannyl’s direction. “All…that.” “I’m reeling at your descriptive clarity,” Dannyl told him.

Better to know the quick pain of truth than the ongoing pain of a long-held false hope.

I wound up studying art and design, got a job at Lonely Planet Publications as a designer, cartographer and illustrator.

Happy endings are a luxury of fiction

Cery: So, Hem, tell me why I shouldn't see how many holes I need to make before you start leaking money?