What Will Be Will Be.no One Can

She Lowered Her Head Until It Was At His Level. He Stroked The Line Of Her Jaw, And Then Pressed His Forehead Against Her Hard Snout And Held Her As Tightly As He Could, Her Scales Sharp Against His Fingers. Hot Tears Began To Slide Down His Cheeks. 'why Do You Cry?' She Asked. 'because... I'm Lucky Enough To Be Bonded With You.' 'little One.

Applied Properly, It [logic] Can Overcome Any Lack Of Wisdom, Which One Only Gains Through Age And Experience.

If I Spent My Time Worrying About What Other People Would Think Of My Work, I Would Be Too Self-conscious To Write.

I Am The Victor. In The End Nothing Else Matters.

From Now On You're Going To Have To Think. There's A Reason Why We're Born With Brains In Our Heads, Not Rocks.