The Songs Of The Dead Are The

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

Until We Invent Telepathy, Books Are Our Best Choice For Understanding The Rest Of Humanity.

For Her, Choices Were Simple; Either There Was An Action She Could Take To Improve The Situation, In Which Case She Took It, Or There Was Not, And Everything Else Said On The Subject Was So Much Meaningless Noise.

Better To See Widely Than To See Too Closely And Allow Some Feature Of Place Or Situation To Catch You Unawares. Do You Understand?

Perhaps Not One Religion Contains All Of The Truth Of The World. Perhaps Every Religion Contains Fragments Of The Truth, And It Is Our Responsibility To Identify Those Fragments And Piece Them Together.