Events Are Like Horses. Sometimes They Run

Ce'nedra Returned, Frowning And A Little Angry. "they Won't Give Me Their Eggs, Lady Polgara," She Complained. "they're Sitting One Them." "you Have To Reach Under Them And Take The Eggs, Dear." "won't That Make Them Angry?" "are You Afraid Of A Chicken?

We're Living In Momentous Times, Garion. The Events Of A Thousand Years And More Have All Focused On These Very Days. The World, I'm Told, Is Like That. Centuries Pass When Nothing Happens, And Then In A Few Short Years Events Of Such Tremendous Importance Take Place That The World Is Never The Same Again." I Think That If I Had My Choice, I'd Prefer One Of Those Quiet Centuries," Garion Said Glumly. Oh, No," Silk Said, His Lips Drawing Back In A Ferretlike Grin. "now's The Time To Be Alive - To See It All Happen, To Be A Part Of It. That Makes The Blood Race, And Each Breath Is An Adventure.

The One Of Us Who Lies The Best Will Get The Better Of The Bargain. It's A Game. A Very Exciting Game That's Played All Over The World. Good Players Got Rich, And Bad Players Don't.

It's All Very Well To Put The Government In The Hands Of The Perfect Man, But What Do You Do When The Perfect Man Gets A Bellyache?

Young People, However, Tend To Ignore The Customs Of Their Elders. Adolescent Rebellion Has Been Responsible For All Manner Of Absurd Costumes. The More Ridiculous A Certain Fashion Is, The More Adolescents Will Cling To It.