Hate Is The Father Of All Evil.

This Is The Real Magic Of Fantasy Fiction: It Can Feed Souls And Change Lives.

The Point Is [...] That You Never Know Whether You've Lost Until You've Lost. Anything Can Happen.

May All Your Dreams But One Come True, For What Is Life Without A Dream?

It Would Be A Fine Thing If War Could Be Conducted As A Game Where No Lives Were Lost. At The End Of A Battle Combatants Could Meet [...] And Drink And Talk.

She Was His North Star, The Fixed Point Round Which His World Turned. For As Long As His Heart Beat, Or Hers, He Believed They Would Always Share A Destiny.