I Must Admit That I Haven't Heard

Vanity's Ridiculous, But We All Fall Prey To It From Time To Time.

Garion Started Shaving. "try To Keep Away From Your Nose," Said Hettar Wryly. "a Man Looks Quite Strange Without A Nose.

Ordinary Men Live In Fear All The Time. Didn't You Know That? We're Afraid Of The Weather, We're Afraid Of Powerful Men, We're Afraid Of The Night And The Monsters That Lurk In The Dark, We're Afraid Of Growing Old And Of Dying. Sometimes We're Even Afraid Of Living. Ordinary Men Are Afraid Almost Every Minute Of Their Lives.

The First Thing The Boy Garion Remembered Was The Kitchen At Faldor's Farm. For All The Rest Of His Life He Had A Special Warm Feeling For Kitchens And Those Peculiar Sounds And Smells That Seemed Somehow To Combine Into A Bustling Seriousness That Had To Do With Love And Food And Comfort And Security And, Above All, Home. No Matter How High Garion Rose In Life, He Never Forgot That All His Memories Began In That Kitchen.

...if There's A Noise In The Woods, And There's Nobody Around To Hear It, Is It Really A Noise?" "of Course It Is," She Replied Calmly. "how Did You Reach That Conclusion?" Beldin Demanded. "because There's No Such Thing As An Empty Place, Uncle. There Are Always Creatures Around --wild Animals, Mice, Insects, Birds --and They Can All Hear." "but What If There Weren't? What If The Woods Are Truly Empty?" "why Waste Your Time Talking About An Impossibility?