For there is indeed a harmony in the universe, a concordant singing of common weal. To join that song, one must find inner harmony, must find the notes that ring true. There is one point to be made about that truth: Evil creatures cannot sing.

So many times have I heard the common lament, If only I could go back to that age, knowing what I now know! Those words amuse me profoundly, for in truth, the lament should be, If only I could reclaim the lust and the joy I knew then!

Every wrinkle is earned, my love. Day by day, we spend our time together, and the changes that come will be well earned. In your heart you know that I love you, and I have no doubt but that my love will grow with the passage of years.

Come an' play, stupid dogs, Bruenor chuckled wickedly.

If I offer my hand to another and he takes it, do I not also have his hand? We are stronger together, but only if the bond of friendship travels from both hands.

There are no shadows in the Underdark. There is no room for imagination in the Underdark. It is a place for alertness, but not aliveness, a place with no room for hopes and dreams.

Never confuse honor with stupidity!

Who among us has not wondered if all the world is no more than a personal dream?

The boy nodded, unperturbed that his father, his mentor, could always find fault, even in success. The boy knew that his beloved father did so only because it forced him to strive for perfection. And in a dangerous galaxy, perfection allowed for survival. The boy loved his father even more for caring enough to criticize.

Our conscience is our salvation. Our questioning of everything, of right and wrong, of action and consequence, is what defines our purpose.

Only there, where virtue sits as judge, are heroes born.

I never intended to be a professional writer; as the story developed, the one thing I had in my hopes was that this would be something tangible to separate me from the nameless, numbered masses.

Cats? Bruenor gawked at Regis. Ye brought cats? Regis smiled and shifted his head in his hands. You know a better way to get rid of mice?

Only in very rare circumstances will you see something cut out of my first drafts. Maybe it's because of the way I write. I'm very focused on the logical progression of the story, and every character has a role to play.

What is it about your race that none of you can seem to properly weigh your own value? Every human seems to think more of herself than she should, or less of herself than is sensible!

It is a defeat of the spirit to learn one's arrogance causes such loss and pain. Pride invites you to soar to heights and the footing, tentative. farther, then, is the fall.

We must allow for every contingency, must prepare for every eventuality and turn in the game.

It is difficult to realize that you cannot win every battle for every friend.

To lose is to die! You may win a thousand fights, but you can only lose one!

How else to explain the accomplishments of a warrior such as Artemis Entreri, who could outfight many drow veterans ten times his age?

I do not leave enemies alive in my wake.

The gods of the realms are many and varied -- or they are the many and varied names and identities tagged onto the same being. I know not -- and care not -- which.

It is easy to miss the possibility that every person who crosses your path can become an event and a memory, good or bad, to fill in the hours with experience instead of tedium, to break the monotony of the passing moments.

It is more difficult by far to be independent of our own inner shackles than it is of the shackles that others might place upon us.

This, then, was Jango Fett's greatest reward, right here, sitting with his son, his young replica, sharing quiet moments.

Do not worry so much of the future that you let today pass you by.

This was drow society in all its macabre play, and while it seemed ultimately wrong in the heart of the youngest member of House Do'Urden, Drizzt could not deny the excitement of the night.

This is the way of the world, but is is not the only way.

Science fiction is the ugly stepchild of mainstream literature, and fantasy is the ugly stepchild of science fiction, and tie-in novels are the ugly stepchild of fantasy... and on and on and on.

Also, there are authors and publicists using the Internet to manipulate opinion, both positively for a work and negatively against the competition. I don't do this and can't stomach it, honestly.

I pray that the world never runs out of dragons.

That was the danger of nostalgia, Drizzt realized. One often remembered the good of the past while forgetting the troubles.

There is a moment when a man thinks he's going to die when he's terrified, Drizzt replied. Then there is a moment when a man is sure he's going to die when he's outraged. That moment, upon the Luskar right now, is the time of greatest courage and the time when enemies should quiver in fear.

But what of faith? What of fidelity and loyalty? Complete trust? Faith is not granted by tangible proof. It comes from the heart and the soul. If a person needs proof of god's existence, then the very notion of spirituality is diminished into sensuality and we have reduced what is holy into what is logical.-Drizzt Do'urden.

If machines replace achievement, then to what will people aspire? And who are we, truly, without such goals? Beware the engineers of society, I say, who would make everyone in all the world equal. Opportunity should be equal, must be equal, but achievement must remain individual. —Drizzt Do'Urden.

Artemis Entreri: Do not underestimate Jarlaxle. Many have; they all are dead.

A king is a man strong of character and conviction who leads by example and truly cares for the suffering of his people,not a brute who rules simply because he is the strongest.

I measure my success in life by the added value my presence brought to those whom I loved, and who loved me.

I loved the world of imagination.

Come gather 'round hardy men of the steppes and listen to my tale of heroes bold and friendships fast and the Tyrant of Icenwind Dale of a band of friends by trick or by deed bred legends for the bard the baneful pride of the one poor wretch and the horror of the Crystal Shard.

We all believe that we can defeat that plague or that disease, should it befall us, through sheer willpower. It is a common mental defense against the inevitability we all know we share. I wonder, then, if the worst reality of a lingering death is the sense that your own body is beyond your ability to control.

I will never forget that you came for me, Drizzt Do'Urden, Entreri called after him, and for some reason he didn't quite yet understand, those words filled Drizzt's heart.

For I do not want a god to tell me how to behave. I do not want a god to guide my movements and actions—nay. Nor do I want a god's rules to determine that which I know to be right or to outlaw that which I know to be wrong. For I surely do not need to fear the retribution of a god to keep my path aligned with what is in my heart.

Time to go, Drizzt responded for the third time.

Conscience does not always adhere to rational judgment. Guilt is always a self-imposed burden, but is not always rightly imposed.

A third [of three] had died in his bunk of natural causes--for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.

Nothing pains a liar more than when an opponent turns one of his lies into truth.

The person who values community will oft be deceived and destroyed by the knave whose heart lies in selfish ambitions.

Never seem to have a Death Star lying around when you need one.