Keep Working. Keep Trying. Keep Believing. You

Sparhawk Grinned. "if Martel Finds Out That He's Drinking Again, He'll Reach Down His Throat And Pull His Heart Out." "can You Actually Do That To A Man?" "you Can If Your Arm's Long Enough, And If You Know What You're Looking For.[...]

It's Gaudy, Ugly, And In Terribly Bad Taste. It Does, However, Suit My Personality Almost Perfectly.

Isn't It Easier To Forgive Than To Hate? Until We Learn How To Forgive, That Sort Of Thing Is Going To Keep On Happening." He Pointed At The Tall Pillars Of Smoke Rising To The North. "hate Is A Sterile Thing, Belgarion.

...it's As Empty As A Merchant's Soul. Sorry, Kheldar, It's Just An Old Expression." "that's All Right, Beldin," Silk Forgave Him Grandly. "these Little Slips Of The Tongue Are Common In The Very Elderly.

It's The Nature Of Man To Ask Questions. --belgarath