It Was Easier To Trip A Fool

Out Of The Night Hopper Came, And Perrin Was One With The Wolf. Hopper, The Cub Who Had Watched The Eagles Soar, And Wanted So Badly To Fly Through The Sky As The Eagles Did. The Cub Who Hopped And Jumped And Leaped Until He Could Leap Higher Than Any Other Wolf, Who Never Lost The Cub's Yearning To Soar Through The Sky. [...] Something Crashed Into His Head, And As He Fell, He Did Not Know If It Was Hopper Or Himself Who Died.

The Only Way To Live Is To Die. I Must Die. I Deserve Only Death.

Pride Fills Me. I Am Sick With The Pride That Destroyed Me.

Hammer The Iron That Lies On Your Anvil Instead Of Daydreaming About Working Silver.

May You Shelter In The Palm Of The Creator's Hand, And May The Last Embrace Of The Mother Welcome You Home.