...i Made Some More Threats. I've Got

The First Thing The Boy Garion Remembered Was The Kitchen At Faldor's Farm. For All The Rest Of His Life He Had A Special Warm Feeling For Kitchens And Those Peculiar Sounds And Smells That Seemed Somehow To Combine Into A Bustling Seriousness That Had To Do With Love And Food And Comfort And Security And, Above All, Home. No Matter How High Garion Rose In Life, He Never Forgot That All His Memories Began In That Kitchen.

...only In The Surrender Of The Light Could The Darkness Prevail.

It's All Very Well To Put The Government In The Hands Of The Perfect Man, But What Do You Do When The Perfect Man Gets A Bellyache?

My Lord, I Find Thy Face Apelike And Thy Form Misshapen. Thy Beard, Moreover, Is An Offense Against Decency, Resembling More Closely The Scabrous Fir Which Doth Decorate The Hinder Portion Of A Mongrel Dog Than A Proper Adornement For A Human Face. Is It Possible That Thy Mother, Seized By Some Wild Lechery, Did Dally At Some Time Past With A Randy Goat? -mandorallen

Whatever Happened To Him?" Silk Asked. "he Went Swimming In The Nedrane." "i Didn't Know That Thulls Swam All That Well." "they Don't–particularly Not With Large Rocks Tied To Their Feet.