Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What

I'm Never Going To Be In Danger Of Getting The Nobel Prize For Literature.

It's Only A Story, Isn't It?"... "who's To Say What's Only A Story And What's Truth Disguised As A Story?

Belgarath And Garion Effortlessly Hurdled Over The Driftwood And Loped Off Into The Fog. "it's Going To Be A Wet Day," Garion Noted Soundlessly As He Ran Alongside The Great Silver Wolf. "your Fur Won't Melt." "i Know, But My Paws Get Cold When They're Wet." "i'll Have Durnik Make You Some Little Booties." "that Would Be Absolutely Ridiculous, Grandfather," Garion Said Indignantly.

As Soon As A Friendship Passed A Certain Point - Some Obscure And Secret Boundary - A Woman Quite Automatically Became Overwhelmed By A Raging Compulsion To Complicate Things.

The Whole World Is Beautiful, Belgarion' Eriond Assured Him In Response To That Unspoken Thought. 'you Just Have To Know How To Look At It