Everyone Is Either Happy Or Dead.

Well Vin Says That There's Something Behind All This, Right? Some Evil Force Of Doom Or Whatever? Well, If I Were Said Force Of Doom, Then I Certainly Wouldn't Have Used My Powers To Turn The Land Black. It Just Lacks Flair. Red. Now, That Would Be An Interesting Color. Think Of The Possibilities--if The Ash Were Red, The Rivers Would Run Like Blood. Black Is So Monotonous That You Can Forget About It, But Red--you'd Always Be Thinking, 'why, Look At That. That Hill Is Red. That Evil Force Of Doom Trying To Destroy Me Certainly Has Style.

It's Easy To Believe In Something When You Win All The Time...the Losses Are What Define A Man's Faith.

Sing!" Grandpa Smedry Yelled, His Voice Echoing Down A Hallway To The Right."sing!" If He Breaks Into Song I Think I Might Have To Strangle Myself... I Thought, Cringing.

Getting Cut Off From The Knights' Magic Rock Also Required A Period Of Exile From Their Giant Glass Mushroom. (those Of You In The Hushlands, I Dare You To Work That Last Sentence Into A Conversation. "by The Way, Sally, Did You Know That Getting Cut From The Knight's Magic Rock Also Requires A Period Of Exile From Their Giant Glass Mushroom?")

People Can Do Great Things. However, There Are Somethings They Just Can't Do. I, For Instance, Have Not Been Able To Transform Myself Into A Popsicle, Despite Years Of Effort. I Could, However, Make Myself Insane, If I Wished. (though If I Achieved The Second, I Might Be Able To Make Myself Think I'd Achieved The First....) Anyway, If There's A Lesson To Be Learned, It's This: Great Success Often Depends On Being Able To Distinguish Between The Impossible And The Improbable. Or, In Easier Terms, Distinguishing Between Popsicles And Insanity. Any Questions?