Isn't It Easier To Forgive Than To

The Old Man Was Peering Intently At The Shelves. 'i'll Have To Admit That He's A Very Competent Scholar.' Isn't He Just A Librarian?' Garion Asked, 'somebody Who Looks After Books?' That's Where All The Rest Of Scholarship Starts, Garion. All The Books In The World Won't Help You If They're Just Piled Up In A Heap.

As Soon As A Friendship Passed A Certain Point - Some Obscure And Secret Boundary - A Woman Quite Automatically Became Overwhelmed By A Raging Compulsion To Complicate Things.

I'm A Storyteller, Not A Prophet. I'm Just Interested In A Good Story.

...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?

Misty Sendaria," Silk Said Ironically. "sometimes I'm Amazed That The Entire Kingdom Doesn't Rust Shut.