As Soon As Somebody Falls In Love,

Heroes Aren't Allowed To Be Nervous." "who Made Up That Rule?" "it's A Known Fact.

I Must Admit That I Haven't Heard Of The Duchess Of Erat Before." "you're A Fortunate Man," Wolf Said. "she's A Great Beauty," The Man Said Admiringly. "and Has A Temper To Match," Wolf Told Him. "i Noticed That," The Guard Said. "we Noticed You Noticing," Silk Told Him Slyly.

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.

When Love Is Involved No Sacrifice Is Too Great.

One Of The Less Attractive Aspects Of Human Nature Is Our Tendency To Hate The People We Haven't Treated Very Well; It's Much Easier Than Accepting Guilt. If We Can Convince Ourselves That The People We Betrayed Or Enslaved Were Subhuman Monsters In The First Place, Then Our Guilt Isn't Nearly So Black As We Secretly Know That It Is. Humans Are Very, Very Good At Shifting Blame And Avoiding Guilt.