Now's The Time To Be Alive -

I'd Really Like To Go With You, Agachak. Truly I Would...but I Just Can't." "i Don't Understand. Why Not?" "i'm Not Allowed To Leave Home. My Mother'd Punish Me Something Awful If I Did..." "but You're The King." "that Doesn't Change A Thing. I Still Do What Mother Says. She Tells Everybody That I'm The Best Boy Ever When It Comes To That." Agachak Resisted A Powerful Urge To Change This Half-wit Into A Toad Or Perhaps A Jellyfish.

Zakath's Face Grew Thoughtful. "you Know Something, Garion?" He Said. "man Thinks He Owns The World, But We Share It With All Sorts Of Creatures Who Are Indifferent To Our Overlordship. They Have Their Own Societies, And I Supposed Even Their Own Cultures. They Don't Even Pay Attention To Us, Do You?" "only When We Inconvenience Them...it Teaches Us Humility," Garion Agreed.

I Wrote A Novel For My Degree, And I'm Very Happy I Didn't Submit That To A Publisher. I Sympathize With My Professors Who Had To Read It.

Nobles And Peasants Marry Early. Businessmen Tend To Wait.

The First Thing The Boy Garion Remembered Was The Kitchen At Faldor's Farm. For All The Rest Of His Life He Had A Special Warm Feeling For Kitchens And Those Peculiar Sounds And Smells That Seemed Somehow To Combine Into A Bustling Seriousness That Had To Do With Love And Food And Comfort And Security And, Above All, Home. No Matter How High Garion Rose In Life, He Never Forgot That All His Memories Began In That Kitchen.