I Want A Sword Not A Knitting

When You Get Down To The Bottom Of It, Only About Half Of What We Remember Really Happened. We Tend To Modify Things To Make Ourselves Look Better In Our Own Eyes And In The Eyes Of Others. Then, If What We Did Wasn't Really Very Admirable, We Tend To Forget That It Ever Happened. A Normal Human Being's Grasp On Reality Is Very Tenuous At Best. Our Imaginary Lives Are Usually Much Nicer.

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.

Zakath's Face Grew Thoughtful. "you Know Something, Garion?" He Said. "man Thinks He Owns The World, But We Share It With All Sorts Of Creatures Who Are Indifferent To Our Overlordship. They Have Their Own Societies, And I Supposed Even Their Own Cultures. They Don't Even Pay Attention To Us, Do You?" "only When We Inconvenience Them...it Teaches Us Humility," Garion Agreed.

Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What Is Not Possible.

The Whole World Is Beautiful, Belgarion' Eriond Assured Him In Response To That Unspoken Thought. 'you Just Have To Know How To Look At It