The Trickster, The Riddler, The Keeper Of

Magic Is The Art Of Thinking, Not Strength Or Language.

It Got So That When He Closed His Eyes, Letters And Words Danced In His Mind. He Thought Of Little Else During That Time.

You've Seen Things Through My Eyes.

Whatever You Make, Base It Upon That Which Is Most Important To You. Only Then Will It Have Depth And Meaning, And Only Then Will It Resonate With Others.

I'm Not The Person I Once Was. I Have Thorn Now, And... I'm Not Fighting For Myself Anymore....it Makes A Difference....i Used To Think You Were A Fool To Keep Risking Your Life As You Have...i Know Better Now. I Understand...why. I Understand...' His [murtagh] Eyes Widened And His Grimace Relaxed, As If His Pain Was Forgotten, And An Inner Light Seemed To Illuminate His Features. 'i Understand-we Understand.