Will You Never Grow Up?" "i Doubt

Isn't It Easier To Forgive Than To Hate? Until We Learn How To Forgive, That Sort Of Thing Is Going To Keep On Happening." He Pointed At The Tall Pillars Of Smoke Rising To The North. "hate Is A Sterile Thing, Belgarion.

We're Living In Momentous Times, Garion. The Events Of A Thousand Years And More Have All Focused On These Very Days. The World, I'm Told, Is Like That. Centuries Pass When Nothing Happens, And Then In A Few Short Years Events Of Such Tremendous Importance Take Place That The World Is Never The Same Again." I Think That If I Had My Choice, I'd Prefer One Of Those Quiet Centuries," Garion Said Glumly. Oh, No," Silk Said, His Lips Drawing Back In A Ferretlike Grin. "now's The Time To Be Alive - To See It All Happen, To Be A Part Of It. That Makes The Blood Race, And Each Breath Is An Adventure.

Now What?” Urgit Warily Asked His Bride-to-be. “am I Disturbing Your Majesty?” Prala Asked. “…you Always Disturb Me, My Beloved,” He Answered Her Question, Spreading His Arms Extravagantly.

As Soon As A Friendship Passed A Certain Point - Some Obscure And Secret Boundary - A Woman Quite Automatically Became Overwhelmed By A Raging Compulsion To Complicate Things.

...i Know That In Your Heart You Miss All Those Wonderful Moments You Spent With My Father --watching Him Gnaw On The Furniture, Listening To His Insane Gibbering, And Enjoying All Those Playful Blows To The Stomach And Kicks To The Head With Which He Demonstrated His Affection For His Wives. --king Urgit