A King Is A Man Strong Of

Farewell Is Said By The Living, In Life, Every Day. It Is Said With Love And Friendship, With The Affirmation That The Memories Are Lasting If The Flesh Is Not.

Farewell, My Friend," Drizzt Whispered, Trying Futilely To Keep His Voice From Breaking. :this Journey You Make Alone.

Station Is The Paradox Of The World Of My People, The Limitation Of Our Power Within The Hunger For Power. It Is Gained Through Treachery And Invites Treachery Against Those Who Gain It. Those Most Powerful In Menzoberranzan Spend Their Days Watching Over Their Shoulders, Defending Against The Daggers That Would Find Their Backs. Their Deaths Usually Come From The Front." -drizzt Do'urden

I Am No Longer Amazed By How Quickly A Man Will Justify His Change Of Heart When A Spear Is Leveled His Way.

Nostalgia Is A Necessary Thing, I Believe, And A Way For All Of Us To Find Peace In That Which We Have Accomplished, Or Even Failed To Accomplish. At The Same Time, If Nostalgia Precipitates Actions To Return To That Fabled, Rosy-painted Time, Particularly In One Who Believes His Life To Be A Failure, Then It Is An Empty Thing, Doomed To Produce Nothing But Frustration And An Even Greater Sense Of Failure.