Wyrd Bith Ful Araed (fate Is Inexorable).

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

But When You Have Order, You Don't Need Gods. When Everything Is Well Ordered And Disciplined Then Nothing Is Unexpected. If You Understand Everything,' I Said Carefully, 'then There's No Room Left For Magic. It's Only When You're Lost And Frightened And In The Dark That You Call On The Gods, And They Like Us To Call On Them. It Makes Them Feel Powerful, And That's Why They Like Us To Live In Chaos.

We Don't Build,' I Said To My Son, 'we Just Destroy.

Book Tours And Research Provide A Lot Of Travel - Too Much, I Sometimes Think, But We Do Take Vacations.

Pride Makes A Man, It Drives Him, It Is The Shield Wall Around His Reputation... Men Die, They Said, But Reputation Does Not Die.