Women Are Almost Always Angry With Men

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.

Nobles And Peasants Marry Early. Businessmen Tend To Wait.

Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What Is Not Possible.

Ordinary Men Live In Fear All The Time. Didn't You Know That? We're Afraid Of The Weather, We're Afraid Of Powerful Men, We're Afraid Of The Night And The Monsters That Lurk In The Dark, We're Afraid Of Growing Old And Of Dying. Sometimes We're Even Afraid Of Living. Ordinary Men Are Afraid Almost Every Minute Of Their Lives.

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.