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I Have An Unconscious Burglar Living In My Mind: If I Read Something, It's Mine. I Can Read Middle English Stories, Geoffrey Chaucer Or Sir Thomas Malory, But Once I Start Moving In The Direction Of Contemporary Fantasy, My Mind Begins To Take Over.

Belgarath Turned Back To Senji. “all Right,” He Said. “the Sardion Came To Zamad. How?” “it’s Said To Have Fallen Out Of The Sky.” “they Always Do,” Beldin Said. “someday I’d Like To See Something Rise Up Out Of The Earth –just For The Sake Of Variety.

We're Living In Momentous Times, Garion. The Events Of A Thousand Years And More Have All Focused On These Very Days. The World, I'm Told, Is Like That. Centuries Pass When Nothing Happens, And Then In A Few Short Years Events Of Such Tremendous Importance Take Place That The World Is Never The Same Again." I Think That If I Had My Choice, I'd Prefer One Of Those Quiet Centuries," Garion Said Glumly. Oh, No," Silk Said, His Lips Drawing Back In A Ferretlike Grin. "now's The Time To Be Alive - To See It All Happen, To Be A Part Of It. That Makes The Blood Race, And Each Breath Is An Adventure.

Impatience Is A Poor Substitute For A Well-considered Plan.

Water....i'm Thirsty Not Dirty.