These Books Are My Friends,

The Sea Is Emotion Incarnate. It Loves, Hates, And Weeps. It Defies All Attempts To Capture It With Words And Rejects All Shackles. No Matter What You Say About It, There Is Always That Which You Can't.

Death Is Part Of Who We Are. It Guides Us. It Shapes Us. It Drives Us To Madness. Can You Still Be Human If You Have No Mortal End

Having No Other Recourse, Roran Resorted To The Unexpected: He Stuck His Head And Neck Out And Shouted, "bah!" Just As He Would If He Were Trying To Scare Someone In A Dark Hallway.

The Poison Dart Hidden In The Raisin Tart.

He Tapped One Of The Ivory Spikes Between His Legs And Said, 'there Be As Good A Way To Lose Your Manhood As Ever I've Seen'.