Whatever Happened To Him?" Silk Asked. "he

Sparhawk Grinned. "if Martel Finds Out That He's Drinking Again, He'll Reach Down His Throat And Pull His Heart Out." "can You Actually Do That To A Man?" "you Can If Your Arm's Long Enough, And If You Know What You're Looking For.[...]

When You Get Down To The Bottom Of It, Only About Half Of What We Remember Really Happened. We Tend To Modify Things To Make Ourselves Look Better In Our Own Eyes And In The Eyes Of Others. Then, If What We Did Wasn't Really Very Admirable, We Tend To Forget That It Ever Happened. A Normal Human Being's Grasp On Reality Is Very Tenuous At Best. Our Imaginary Lives Are Usually Much Nicer.

Nothing That Ever Happens Is So Unimportant That It Doesn't Change Things.

Its A Perfectly Good Face, Sparhawk." "it Covers The Front Of My Head. What Else Can You Expect From A Face?

I'm Hungry, Garion, And I Don't Think Well When I'm Hungry." "that Might Explain A Lot," Beldin Noted Blandly. "we Should Have Fed You More Often When You Were Younger."