Plan. Yes. Good Idea. I Should Come

No Matter How Subtle The Wizard, A Knife Between The Shoulder Blades Will Seriously Cramp His Style.

Always Speak Politely To An Enraged Dragon.

You Can't Put Something Together Again Unless You've Torn It Apart First.

There Are Millions Of Ways For People To Die, If You Number Each Vital Organ, Each Ways It Can Fail, All The Poisons From The Earth And The Sea Which Can Cause These Failures.

In Our Memories, There Is A Graveyard Where We Bury Our Dead. They All Lie There Together, The Loved Ones And The Ones We Hated, Friends And Foes And Kin, With No Distinction Among Them. We Have To Mourn Every One Of Them, Because Our Memories Have Made Them As Much A Part Of Us As Our Bones Or Our Skin. If We Don't, We've No Right To Remember Anything At All.