There's This Huge Number Of Desperate People.

For The Deeds Of A Man, Not The Words Of A Prophecy, Are What Shape His Destiny.

This Much Have I Learned: A Man's Life Weighs More Than Glory, And A Price Paid In Blood Is A Heavy Reckoning.

Dealing With The Impossible, Fantasy Can Show Us What May Be Really Possible. If There Is Grief, There Is The Possibility Of Consolation; If Hurt, The Possibility Of Healing; And Above All, The Curative Power Of Hope. If Fantasy Speaks To Us As We Are, It Also Speaks To Us As We Might Be

I Saw Myself. . . In The Time I Watched, I Saw Strength And Frailty, Pride And Vanity, Courage And Fear. Of Wisdom, A Little. Of Folly Much. Of Intentions Many Good Ones; But Many More Left Undone. On This Alas, I Saw Myself A Man Like Any Other. But This Too I Saw . . . Alike As Men May Seem, Each Is Different As Flakes Of Snow, No Two The Same.you Told Me You Had No Need To Seek The Mirror, Knowing You Were Annlaw Clay-shaper. Now I Know Who I Am: Myself And None Other. I Am Taran.

I Have Never Known Courage To Be Judged By The Length Of A Man's Hair. Or, For The Matter Of That, Whether He Has Any Hair At All.