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Someday I’d Like To See Something Rise Up Out Of The Earth –just For The Sake Of Variety.

Isn't It Easier To Forgive Than To Hate? Until We Learn How To Forgive, That Sort Of Thing Is Going To Keep On Happening." He Pointed At The Tall Pillars Of Smoke Rising To The North. "hate Is A Sterile Thing, Belgarion.

Sparhawk Grinned. "if Martel Finds Out That He's Drinking Again, He'll Reach Down His Throat And Pull His Heart Out." "can You Actually Do That To A Man?" "you Can If Your Arm's Long Enough, And If You Know What You're Looking For.[...]

Any Time There's Something So Ridiculously Dangerous That No Rational Human Being Would Try It, They Send For Me.' --garion

Now What?” Urgit Warily Asked His Bride-to-be. “am I Disturbing Your Majesty?” Prala Asked. “…you Always Disturb Me, My Beloved,” He Answered Her Question, Spreading His Arms Extravagantly.