Writing A Book For Me, I Expect,

We Need To Be Reminded Sometimes That A Sunrise Last But A Few Minutes. But Its Beauty Can Burn In Our Hearts Eternally.

I Will Follow It, Though I Know So Well Now The Deep Wounds I Might Find. For As Long As I Believe That I Am Walking The True Road, If I Am Slain, Then I Die In The Knowledge That For A Brief Time, At Least, I Was Part Of Somethin Bigger. This Road Has Perils And I Will Surely Die On It,but, I Am Not Afraid To Die.

I Need No Fantasies To Belittle The Great Treasures That I Already Possess.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.

I Do Not Know Why I Care," Drizzt Answered Honestly. His Eyes Turned Back To His Ancient Homeland, Where Loyalty Was Merely A Device To Gain An Advantage Over A Common Foe. "perhaps I Care Because I Strive To Be Different From My People," He Said, As Much To Himself As To Bruenor. "perhaps I Care Because I Am Different From My People. I May Be More Akin To Race Of The Surface...that Is My Hope At Least. I Care Because I Have To Care About Something.