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No Day In Which You Learn Something Is A Complete Loss.

I Wrote A Novel For My Degree, And I'm Very Happy I Didn't Submit That To A Publisher. I Sympathize With My Professors Who Had To Read It.

Vella Looked Around. "this Is Really A Revolting Place, Yarblek," She Told Him. "you've Been Spending Too Much Time With Porenn," He Said. "you're Starting To Get Delicate." "how Would You Like To Have Me Gut You?" She Offered. "that's My Girl.

Durnik Needs A Tower Somewhere In The Vale," Belgarath Was Saying. "i Don't See Why, Father," Polgara Replied. "all Of Aldur's Disciples Have Towers, Pol. It's The Custom." "old Customs Persist --even When There's No Longer Any Need For Them." "he's Going To Need To Study, Pol. How Can He Possibly Study With You Underfoot All The Time?" She Gave Him A Long, Chilly Stare. "maybe I Should Rephrase That.

...i Know That In Your Heart You Miss All Those Wonderful Moments You Spent With My Father --watching Him Gnaw On The Furniture, Listening To His Insane Gibbering, And Enjoying All Those Playful Blows To The Stomach And Kicks To The Head With Which He Demonstrated His Affection For His Wives. --king Urgit