...only In The Surrender Of The Light

Behold The Drojim Palace," King Urgit Said Extravagantly To Sadi, "the Hereditary Home Of The House Of Urga." "a Most Unusual Structure, You Majesty," Sadi Murmured. "that's A Diplomatic Way To Put It." Urgit Looked Critically At His Palace. "it's Gaudy, Ugly, And In Terribly Bad Taste. It Does, However, Suit My Personality Almost Perfectly.

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

The Old Man Was Peering Intently At The Shelves. 'i'll Have To Admit That He's A Very Competent Scholar.' Isn't He Just A Librarian?' Garion Asked, 'somebody Who Looks After Books?' That's Where All The Rest Of Scholarship Starts, Garion. All The Books In The World Won't Help You If They're Just Piled Up In A Heap.

Zakath's Face Grew Thoughtful. "you Know Something, Garion?" He Said. "man Thinks He Owns The World, But We Share It With All Sorts Of Creatures Who Are Indifferent To Our Overlordship. They Have Their Own Societies, And I Supposed Even Their Own Cultures. They Don't Even Pay Attention To Us, Do You?" "only When We Inconvenience Them...it Teaches Us Humility," Garion Agreed.

Misty Sendaria," Silk Said Ironically. "sometimes I'm Amazed That The Entire Kingdom Doesn't Rust Shut.