I Want A Sword Not A Knitting

But There's A World Beyond What We Can See And Touch, And That World Lives By Its Own Laws. What May Be Impossible In This Very Ordinary World Is Very Possible There, And Sometimes The Boundaries Between The Two Worlds Disappear, And Then Who Can Say What Is Possible And Impossible?

As Soon As Somebody Falls In Love, All The Wits Seem To Dribble Out Of The Bottom Of His Head.

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.

Vella Looked Around. "this Is Really A Revolting Place, Yarblek," She Told Him. "you've Been Spending Too Much Time With Porenn," He Said. "you're Starting To Get Delicate." "how Would You Like To Have Me Gut You?" She Offered. "that's My Girl.

My Lord, I Find Thy Face Apelike And Thy Form Misshapen. Thy Beard, Moreover, Is An Offense Against Decency, Resembling More Closely The Scabrous Fir Which Doth Decorate The Hinder Portion Of A Mongrel Dog Than A Proper Adornement For A Human Face. Is It Possible That Thy Mother, Seized By Some Wild Lechery, Did Dally At Some Time Past With A Randy Goat? -mandorallen