I Have Come To Know

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.

We Need To Be Reminded Sometimes That A Sunrise Last But A Few Minutes. But Its Beauty Can Burn In Our Hearts Eternally.

Because In Fantasy Perhaps More Than In Any Other Genre, The Character Is Rewarded For Making The Right Choices And Punished For Making The Bad. Ask Boromir.

Station Is The Paradox Of The World Of My People, The Limitation Of Our Power Within The Hunger For Power. It Is Gained Through Treachery And Invites Treachery Against Those Who Gain It. Those Most Powerful In Menzoberranzan Spend Their Days Watching Over Their Shoulders, Defending Against The Daggers That Would Find Their Backs. Their Deaths Usually Come From The Front." -drizzt Do'urden

...a Third [of Three] Had Died In His Bunk Of Natural Causes--for A Dagger In The Heart Quite Naturally Ends One's Life.