There Is More Honor In A Field

I Can't Make Sense Out Of That Girl," He Said To The Bard, "can You?" "never Mind," Fflewddur Said, "we Aren't Really Expected To.

The Destinies Of Men Are Woven One With The Other, And You Can Turn Aside From Them No More Than You Can Turn Aside From Your Own.

Any Fool Can Tell A Story. Take A Few Odds And Ends Of Things That Happen To You, Dress Them Up, Shuffle Them About, Add A Dash Of Excitement, A Little Color, And There You Have It.

Fantasy Is Hardly An Escape From Reality. It's A Way Of Understanding It.

Morgant?" Taran Asked, Turning A Puzzled Glance To Gwydion. "how Can There Be Honor For Such A Man?" "it Is Easy To Judge Evil Unmixed," Replied Gwydion. "but, Alas, In Most Of Us Good And Bad Are Closely Woven As The Threads On A Loom; Greater Wisdom Than Mine Is Needed For The Judging.