Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What

The Notion That Any One Person Can Describe 'what Really Happened' Is An Absurdity. If Ten - Or A Hundred - People Witness An Event, There Will Be Ten - Or A Hundred - Different Versions Of What Took Place. What We See And How We Interpret It Depends Entirely Upon Our Individual Past Experience.

The First Thing The Boy Garion Remembered Was The Kitchen At Faldor's Farm. For All The Rest Of His Life He Had A Special Warm Feeling For Kitchens And Those Peculiar Sounds And Smells That Seemed Somehow To Combine Into A Bustling Seriousness That Had To Do With Love And Food And Comfort And Security And, Above All, Home. No Matter How High Garion Rose In Life, He Never Forgot That All His Memories Began In That Kitchen.

Nobles And Peasants Marry Early. Businessmen Tend To Wait.

Behold Vo Mimbre," Mandorallen Proclaimed With Pride, "queen Of Cities. Upon That Rock The Tide Of Angarak Crashed And Recoiled And Crashed Again. Upon This Field Met They Their Ruin. The Soul And Pride Of Arendia Doth Reside Within That Fortress And The Power Of The Dark One May Not Prevail Against It." "we've Been Here Before, Mendorallen," Mister Wolf Said Sourly.

The Only Reason There's Such A Thing As A Morning In The First Place Is To Keep Night And Afternoon From Bumping Into Each Other. -kheldar