But This Was No Ordinary Chicken. This

Reasons Are The Spoils Of Victory. When You've Destroyed The Enemy, Then Your Leaders Write Down The Reasons In Books, And Give Moving Speeches About Them. If You've Done Your Job, Then There Aren't Any Of The Enemy Left To Dispute Your Leader's Reasons. At Least Not Until The Next War.

Once Committed To Fight, Cut. Everything Else Is Secondary. Cut. That Is Your Duty, Your Purpose, Your Hunger. There Is No Rule More Important, No Commitment That Overrides That One. Cut. Cut From The Void, Not From Bewilderment. Cut The Enemy As Quickly And Directly As Possible. Cut Decisively, Resolutely. Cut Into The Enemy’s Strength. Flow Through The Gaps In His Guard. Cut Him. Cut Him Down Utterly. Don’t Allow Him A Breath. Crush Him. Cut Him Without Mercy To The Depths Of His Spirit." -richard Rahl

I Love You," She Whispered. Richard Pulled Her Tight Against Him. His Fingers Traced A Trail Down The Bumps Of Her Spine. "i Feel So Frustrated That There Aren't Any Better Words Than "i Love You,"" He Said. "it Doesn't Seem Enough For The Way I Feel About You. I'm Sorry There Aren't Any Better Words To Tell You." "they Are Words Enough For Me." "then, I Love You, Kahlan. A Thousand Times, A Million Times, I Love You. Forever.

Wizards First Rule: People Are Stupid

Over The Millennia The Seed Of Stories Planted In The Fertile Soil Of Bits And Scraps Of Facts Was Watered By Wishes And Began To Take Root And Grow. Eventually, A Bountiful Fruit Of Rumors Burst Forth, To Be Spread On The Wind Of Whispers That Said We Hid A Fabled Hoard Of Gold. Nothing Could Convince The Believers That It Was Not True. The Truth Does Not Glitter For These People Like Gold Does.