Quotes from David Eddings

He's nearly a man, Faldor explained to Aunt Pol, and a man always has need of a good knife.

As long as I know that my motives are good, however, I'm seldom very concerned with the opinions of others.

You're impossible, she told him. Of course I am, he answered. It's part of my charm.

His outburst that morning had been directed almost more at himself than at Aunt Pol. He had called her a monster, but it was the monster within himself he hated. The dreadful catalogue of what she had suffered over uncounted years for him and the passion with which she had spoken – evidence of the pain his words had caused her – twisted searingly in his mind. He was ashamed, so ashamed that he could not even bear to look into the faces of his friends.

It's the easiest thing in the world to judge things by appearances, Ce'Nedra," she said, "and it's usually wrong.

Watch out for snakes,' Durnik called after him.

As they prepared to mount, Barak's horse, a large, sturdy gray, sighed and threw a reproachful look at Hettar, and the Algar chuckled. 'What's so funny?' Barak demanded suspiciously. 'The horse said something,' Hettar replied. 'Never mind.

Because they were both young, she was intolerant and he was stubborn.

If you can't do something about a situation, there's no point in worrying about it.

When father uses the word 'politics' he's talking about relations between nations. When I use the word, though, I'm talking about the various subtle ways a woman can get men to do what she wants them to do.

Women are almost always angry with us for one reason or another. It's one of the things you'll have to get used to as you get older.

As long as people are talking instead of fighting, nobody loses very much blood—unless he happens to bite his tongue.

Torak's dead. Really? Aunt Pol said. Have you seen his grave? Have you opened the grave and seen his bones?

You won't be able to do it wrong, Durnik--any more than you'd be able to lie or cheat or steal. It's built into you to do it right, so don't worry about it. That's all very well for you to say, Mistress, Pol, he replied, but if you don't mind, I will worry about it just a bit--privately of course.

Fear's a part of life, Mandorallen, and it's the only life we have.

He felt oddly powerless, as if his entire life were in the fingers of two faceless players maneuvering pieces in the same patterns on some vast board in a game that, for all he knew, had lasted for eternity.

Actually it's very simple, but simple things are always the hardest to explain.

Some stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Other stories never end, maybe because they're alive.

Degrur, that doesn't make any sense at all." "I just woke up

That's the nature of a fat man, Ce'Nedra." He sighed. "The last meal is history. It's the next one that's important.

Raphael watched, and gradually he began to understand them. At first it was not even a theory, but rather a kind of intuition. He found that he could look at any one of them and almost smell the impending crisis. That was the key word—crisis. At first it seemed too dramatic a term to apply to situations resulting from their bumbling mismanagement of their lives or deliberate wrongheaded stupidity, but they themselves reacted as if these situations were in fact crises.

Mad with terror, many even leaped into the deadly water of the river. 'We're not going to be able to get through that mob, Polgara,' Barak said.

It keeps him happy, Dahlaine, and happy people are nicer than gloomy ones. Haven't you noticed that before?

Any fool can raise an army, but you start running into trouble around suppertime.