Luck?" Drizzt Replied. "perhaps. But More Often,

You View The Gods As Entities Without," Montolio Tried To Explain. "you See Them As Physical Beings Trying To Control Our Actions For Their Own Ends, And Thus You, In Your Stubborn Independance, Reject Them. The Gods Are Within, I Say, Whether One Has Named His Own Or Not. You Have Followed Mielikki All Your Life, Drizzt. You Merely Never Had A Name To Put On Your Heart.

Writing Is An Incredibly Lonely Job.

I Don't Have To Prove My Worth And Value To Any But Those I Love, And That I Do By Being Who I Am, With Confidence That Those I Love Appreciate The Good And Accept The Bad. Does Anything Else Really Matter?

A World Without Dragons Is A World Not Worth Living In.

Nostalgia Is A Necessary Thing, I Believe, And A Way For All Of Us To Find Peace In That Which We Have Accomplished, Or Even Failed To Accomplish. At The Same Time, If Nostalgia Precipitates Actions To Return To That Fabled, Rosy-painted Time, Particularly In One Who Believes His Life To Be A Failure, Then It Is An Empty Thing, Doomed To Produce Nothing But Frustration And An Even Greater Sense Of Failure.