The Heart Cherishes Secrets Not Worth The

We Didn't Make The World. All We Have To Do Is Live In It.

"and You Require No Answers", Foamfollower Was Laughing In His Gladness, "you Are Sufficient To Every Question".

I Respect My Limitations, But I Don't Use Them As An Excuse.

Gradually, The Night Stumbled As If Stunned And Wandering Aimlessly Into An Overcast Day -- Limped Through The Wilderland Of Transition As Though There Were No Knowing Where The Waste Of Darkness Ended And The Ashes Of Light Began. The Low Clouds Seemed Full Of Grief -- Tense And Uneasy With Accumulated Woe -- And Yet Affectless, Unable To Rain, As If The Air Clenched Itself Too Hard For Tears. And Through The Dawn, Atiaran And Covenant Moved Heavily, Unevenly, Like Pieces Of A Broken Lament.

"are You A Storyteller, Thomas Covenant?" Absently He Replied, "i Was, Once." "and You Gave It Up? Ah, That Is As Sad A Tale In Three Words As Any You Might Have Told Me. But A Life Without A Tale Is Like A Sea Without Salt. How Do You Live?" "i Live." "another?" Foamfollower Returned. "in Two Words, A Story Sadder Than The First. Say No More - With One Word You Will Make Me Weep."