I Wish People Had Half The Honor

...think Of The Solution, Not The Problem. If Your Mind Was Filled Only With Thoughts Of Why You Were Going To Lose, Then You Couldn't Think Of How To Win.

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.

Enemies,' The Wizard Said, 'are The Price Of Honour.

I Am Who I Am; No More, No Less.

You Talk Like A Drunk Man Walks: In Every Direction But Where He Be Headed.