Sometimes the most difficult battles are the ones we are forced not to fight.

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.

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!

Make yer laughs where ye can, little one, because yer tears’ll chase ye and catch ye where they will.

There is a wide world out there, my friend, full of pain, but filled with joy as well. The former keeps you on the path of growth, and the latter makes the journey tolerable.

The character of the person would outweigh the color of his skin and the reputation of his heritage.

Joy multiples when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.

Only when we admit to our failures and recognize our weaknesses can we rise above them.

There is indeed reward for those who follow the path of conscience,

Only with the honest knowledge that one day I will die can I ever truly begin to live.

This is my fear, of a life wasted, of a cause misbegotten, of a belief that is, in the end, an empty and unattainable ideal, the foolish designs of an innocent child who believed there could be more.

Here have been many times in my life when I have felt helpless. It is perhaps the most acute pain a person can know, founded in frustration and ventless rage.

Sensual pleasures are, or should be, the culmination of physical desires combined with an intellectual and emotional decision, a giving of oneself, body and spirit, in a bond of trust and respect.

All of his life had been filled with crashing ends to promising beginnings.

In the heart, there is no sting greater than watching the struggles of one you love, knowing that only through such strife will that person grow and recognize the potential of his or her existence.

I need no fantasies to belittle the great treasures that I already possess.

If we have fallen so far as to need an avatar, an undeniable manifestation of a god, to show us our way, then we are pitiful creatures indeed.

I don’t like the sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere.

Truth, though, is nothing in the face of self-falsehood, and principles are of no value if the idealist cannot live up to his own standards.

Because of the friends I have known, the honorable people I have met, I know I am no solitary hero of unique causes. I know that when I die, that which is important will live on.

Is that not the whole point of gaining experience, to use it to make wiser choices, to temper destructive instincts, to find better resolutions?

How ironic it is that our instincts often run exactly opposite from what we truly desire for those we love.

That is the honest nature of friendship. That is when it becomes sincere, and not self-serving.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

Your hunger blurs your ability,

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

My writing is my internal dialogue—

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Magic is neither good nor evil. It merely is.