Jump In A Hole Without Looking, And

All Was Shattered, And All But Memory Lost, And One Memory Above All Others, Of Him Who Brought The Shadow And The Breaking Of The World. And Him They Named Dragon.

Surprising What You Can Dig Out Of Books If You Read Long Enough, Isn't It?

Nobody Tells Us How To Be Men. We Just Are.

Hardness Shatters; Strength Endures.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.