Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What

I Have An Unconscious Burglar Living In My Mind: If I Read Something, It's Mine. I Can Read Middle English Stories, Geoffrey Chaucer Or Sir Thomas Malory, But Once I Start Moving In The Direction Of Contemporary Fantasy, My Mind Begins To Take Over.

The Old Man Was Peering Intently At The Shelves. 'i'll Have To Admit That He's A Very Competent Scholar.' Isn't He Just A Librarian?' Garion Asked, 'somebody Who Looks After Books?' That's Where All The Rest Of Scholarship Starts, Garion. All The Books In The World Won't Help You If They're Just Piled Up In A Heap.

Exaggerating?" Silk Sounded Shocked. "you Don't Mean To Say That Horses Can Actually Lie, Do You? Hettar Shrugged. "of Course. They Lie All The Time. They're Very Good At It." For A Moment Silk Looked Outraged At The Thought, And Then He Suddenly Laughed. "somehow That Restores My Faith In The Order Of The Universe," He Declared. Wolf Looked Pained. "silk," He Said Pointedly, "you're A Very Evil Man. Did You Know That?" "one Does One's Best," Silk Replied Mockingly.

Sparhawk Grinned. "if Martel Finds Out That He's Drinking Again, He'll Reach Down His Throat And Pull His Heart Out." "can You Actually Do That To A Man?" "you Can If Your Arm's Long Enough, And If You Know What You're Looking For.[...]

As Long As I Know That My Motives Are Good, I'm Seldom Very Concerned With The Opinions Of Others. -mandorallen, Baron Of Vo Mandor.