There Are Honest People In The World,

For A Moment She Turned In A Circle, Staring At Her Hands, Which She Held High And Useless, Close To Her Breast. She Bobbed And Shambled Like An Ape Doing A Trick, And Her Face Was The Silly, Bewildered Face Of A Joker's Victim. And Yet She Could Make No Move That Was Not Beautiful. Her Trapped Terror Was More Lovely Than Any Joy That Molly Had Ever Seen, And That Was The Most Terrible Thing About It.

There Are Honest People In The World, But Only Because The Devil Considers Their Asking Prices Ridiculous.

What Is Plucked Will Grow Again, What Is Slain Lives On, What Is Stolen Will Remain-- What Is Gone Is Gone.

Haggard, I Would Not Be You For All The World," He Declared. "you Have Let Your Doom In By The Front Door, Although It Will Not Depart That Way. (...) Farewell, Poor Haggard, Farewell!

What Use Is Wizardry If It Cannot Save A Unicorn?