I Loved The World Of Imagination.

Regweld Is Really A Fine Wizard," He Continued, Patting The Shoulder Again. "and His Ideas For Crossbreeding A Horse And A Frog Are Not Without Merit; Never Mind The Explosion! Alchemy Shops Can Be Replaced!

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

A World Without Dragons Is A World Not Worth Living In.

You View The Gods As Entities Without," Montolio Tried To Explain. "you See Them As Physical Beings Trying To Control Our Actions For Their Own Ends, And Thus You, In Your Stubborn Independance, Reject Them. The Gods Are Within, I Say, Whether One Has Named His Own Or Not. You Have Followed Mielikki All Your Life, Drizzt. You Merely Never Had A Name To Put On Your Heart.

Drizzt Do'urden Had Followed A Line Of Precepts Based Upon Discipline And Ultimate Optimism. He Fought For A Better World Because He Believed That A Better World Could And Would Be Made. He Had Never Held Any Illusions That He Would Change The World, Of Course, Or Even A Substantial Portion Of It, But He Always Held Strongly That Fighting To Better Just His Own Little Pocket Of The World Was A Worthwhile Cause.