When you live with death so close, you come to appreciate life all the more.

Without satisfaction, he will find no contentment, and without contentment, he will find no joy.

...and the third died in his bunk of natural causes — for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.

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

When all is a facade, wound within webs of deception, the truth is what you make of it.

I don’t desire glory. Glory brings fame, and fame brings jealousy, and jealousy brings danger.

Pride invites you to soar to heights of personal triumph, but the wind is stronger at those heights and the footing, tentative. Farther, then, is the fall.

When I die … may there be friends who will grieve for me, who will carry our shared joys and pains, who will carry my memory.

The world is not static, and if the roots of our perceptions, traditions, hold static, then we are doomed, I say, into destructive dogma.

For whatever we do in our lives, discipline and control over our own actions ultimately measure the level of our success.

The world is a dark place,” Kipper replied. “But when friends join hands, it lightens.

Those who aspire to less accomplish less. There can be no doubt. It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them.

My writing is my internal dialogue—

Fie these gods! What beings are these who would play so cruelly with the sensibilities of rational, conscientious mortals?

Your hunger blurs your ability,

Because when we reach, when we seek that place we have only seen in our imagination, we threaten the order of things, and threaten most especially the place of those who have found a better roost.

In the dim light of Twinkle’s glow, their skin colors lost in a common gray, they seemed alike, brethren come from the same mold. Entreri approved of that perception, but Drizzt surely did not.

Are we then creatures of action? Do we say that we desire those accepted cliches of comfort when, in fact, it is the challenge and the adventure that truly give us life?

We seek goals as if their achievement will grant magical happiness and unending fulfillment, but is that ever the case?

The meekest of animals will fight bravely when it is backed against a wall, for it has nothing left to lose. A poor man is more deadly than a rich man because he puts less value on his own life.

Where in the nine hells did you ever find the notion that I would fight fair?

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

I consider every person an enemy until he has proven himself differently, and I find that in knowing my enemies, I can prepare against anything they might send against me.

He hates me because my way of life shows his to be an empty lie,