It's only a story, isn't it?"... "Who's to say what's only a story and what's truth disguised as a story?

Once you've decided that something's absolutely true, you've closed your mind on it, and a closed mind doesn't go anywhere. Question everything. That's what education's all about.

I've looked at the world for quite a few years now and I've found that if I don't laugh, I'll probably end up crying." - Prince Kheldar of Drasnia

As soon as somebody falls in love, all the wits seem to dribble out of the bottom of his head.

When love is involved no sacrifice is too great.

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

No day in which you learn something is a complete loss.

As long as I know that my motives are good, I'm Seldom very concerned with the opinions of others. -Mandorallen, Baron of Vo Mandor.

...only in the surrender of the light could the darkness prevail.

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.

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.

There is no knowledge, no light, no wisdom that you are in possession of, but what you have received it from some source.

The master said, 'Quietly to store up knowledge in my mind, to learn without flagging, to teach without growing weary, these present me with no difficulties.'

Being a good husband is like being a good stand-up comic - you need ten years before you can even call yourself a beginner.

You watch guys live through their peaks, and then unfortunately, you've got to come down from that peak.

Watch out when you're getting all you want. Fattening hogs ain't in luck.

You lie long enough and you start to get used to it.

People know about the Klan and the overt racism, but the killing of one's soul little by little, day after day, is a lot worse than someone coming in your house and lynching you.

The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes.

Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now