First Blood Is Mine. Last Blood Counts

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

There Is No Pain Greater Than This; Not The Cut Of A Jagged-edged Dagger Nor The Fire Of A Dragon's Breath. Nothing Burns In Your Heart Like The Emptiness Of Losing Something, Someone, Before You Truly Have Learned Of Its Value.

We Are All Prisoners At One Time Or Another In Our Lives, Prisoners To Ourselves Or To The Expectations Of Those Around Us. It Is A Burden That All People Endure, That All People Despise, And That Few People Ever Learn To Escape.

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 Have Come To Know That It [death] Is An Important Thing To Keep In Mind - Not To Complain Or To Make Melancholy, But Simply Because Only With The Honest Knowledge That One Day I Will Die I Can Ever Truly Begin To Live.