Quotes from Ed Greenwood

I'm going to try to tell stories and let each tale skate its own way into dark or light territory as the needs of the story steer me.

Life has no meaning but what we give it. I wish a few more of ye would give it a little.

There are only two precious things on earth: the first is love; the second, a long way behind it, is intelligence.

Each secret you carry has a weight all its own. They add up, secrets, to a burden you must carry all your days.

Life has no meaning but what we give it. I wish a few more of ye would give it a little.

Great things befall when one is brave enough to do something bold, strange, and unusual.

Life has no meaning but what we give it. I wish a few more of ye would give it a little.- Elminster of Shadowdale

Always face what you mislike, do battle with it, and get it done: all the more time then for what you prefer, yes?

Serce jest wi?cej warte, ni?li ca?e z?oto ?wiata.

Memories are treasures," he murmured. "Lock the best of them in your mind forever, the most splendid moments, and throw away the rest. Any day when you gain such a treasure is a day well-spent.

Mind you do your dying right! Most of us only get one chance at it.

surprises seldom grow more welcome as one gets older.

Glory always has a price, and that cost is almost always paid in copiously spilled blood.

Then his mouth fell open. A dwarf—a real dwarf, with an axe and a beard and a mail shirt, and all!

He'd not always be just a shepherd. Someday he'd go to Sembia's docks and meet with adventure, Brann promised himself Ã¢â'¬Â¦ not for the first time. He sighed at that thought, shook his head with a wry smile, and glanced about at the sheep again.

There are only two precious things on earth: the first is love and the second, a long way behind it, is intelligence. - Gaston Berger

Evil rules, and good men must needs be outlaws—or corpses—if they're to stay good. So

The bed that awaited him was of his own building. And its name was "adventure.

Arousing him, all gods blast it, despite his anger and worry. Arclath shook his head, managing to free his mouth from hers at last. "Dragon take all!" he gasped. "Will

Yet as I get older—and my Art fades—I find myself increasingly irked by the small matters, the minor annoyances that once I laughed off or brushed aside.

Precious little. Most of the strife I foresee will be on the Sword Coast and its backlands.

Shandril stood, furious and heartsick, and lashed out with spellfire. "Wherever I go! Always beset, always friends and companions hurt! You seek spellfire? Well, then—have it!

Tluin," he whispered, into the gloom around him. "Naed, hrast, and farruking tluin.

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