I Hate Telling That Story To People

To The Right Person, The Person Who Is Truly Born To It, Duty Is A Form Of Love, Through Which All Is Possible. Duty Is Not Always A Denial Of Things, But An Expansion Of Them To Others. Duty Is Not Always A Chore, But Is Best Carried Out With Love.

Once You Teach Me Something, It's Mine To Use.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

Even A Foolish Old Woman Like Me Knows That Lazy People Don't Think For Themselves; They Only Think About Themselves.

I'm Afraid That We All Make Mistakes. One Of The Things That Defines Our Character Is How We Handle Mistakes. If We Lie About Having Made A Mistake, Then It Can't Be Corrected And It Festers. On The Other Hand, If We Give Up Just Because We Made A Mistake, Even A Big Mistake, None Of Us Would Get Far In Life.