I've Looked At The World

When You Get Down To The Bottom Of It, Only About Half Of What We Remember Really Happened. We Tend To Modify Things To Make Ourselves Look Better In Our Own Eyes And In The Eyes Of Others. Then, If What We Did Wasn't Really Very Admirable, We Tend To Forget That It Ever Happened. A Normal Human Being's Grasp On Reality Is Very Tenuous At Best. Our Imaginary Lives Are Usually Much Nicer.

Garion Started Shaving. "try To Keep Away From Your Nose," Said Hettar Wryly. "a Man Looks Quite Strange Without A Nose.

Behold Vo Mimbre," Mandorallen Proclaimed With Pride, "queen Of Cities. Upon That Rock The Tide Of Angarak Crashed And Recoiled And Crashed Again. Upon This Field Met They Their Ruin. The Soul And Pride Of Arendia Doth Reside Within That Fortress And The Power Of The Dark One May Not Prevail Against It." "we've Been Here Before, Mendorallen," Mister Wolf Said Sourly.

Why Do You Persist In Being So Frivolous, Urgit?" "why Don't We Just Call It A Symptom Of My Incipient Madness?" "you're Not Going To Go Mad," She Said Firmly. "of Course I'm Going To Go Mad, Mother. I'm Rather Looking Forward To It.

Vanity's Ridiculous, But We All Fall Prey To It From Time To Time.