In any honest analysis, change is the basis of fear, the idea of something new, of some paradigm that is unfamiliar, that is beyond our experiences so competent that we cannot even truly predict where...

Drizzt Do’Urden had followed a line of precepts based upon discipline and ultimate optimism. He fought for a better world because he believed that a better world could and would be made. He had never...

Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.

It was a night where the rogue drow felt tiny, and yet grand, a part of something ancient, eternal, and as vast as his imagination and as warm as the love among these five freinds...

These were the companions who justified my principles, who gave me the strength to continue against any foe, real or imagined. These were the companions who fought the helplessness, the rage, and frustration.These were the...

But in his years among the drow, Drizzt Do’Urden had learned to look beyond physical beauty and physical attraction. Drizzt did not separate the physical from the emotional. He was a superb fighter because he...

Station is the paradox of the world of my people, the limitation of our power within the hunger for power. It is gained through treachery and invites treachery against those who gain it. Those most...

He looked down at the mask hanging around his neck. So simple a lie, and he could walk freely throughout the world.But would he then be trapped within the web of his own deception? What...

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

There is one other error in the Gondsman’s line of resoning, I believe, on ap urely emotional level. If machines replace achievement, then to what will people aspire? And who are we, truly, without such...

There is a fine line between friendship and parenting, and when that line is crossed, the result is often disastrous. A parent who strives to make a true friend of his or her child may...

It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them.

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.

Every day is a chance to start over. Any day can be bad, surely, but any day can be good, can be great, and that promise, that potential, is a beautiful thing indeed.

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...

Damn you to Lolth’s web!” he said. “Don’t you dare pretend if doesn’t matter to you!” “Why do you care?” Drizzt growled back at him. “No one who has ever made a diffence?” “Do you...

do you love her” Wulfgar asked suddenly, and the drow was off his guard.”Of course I do,” Drizzt responded truthfully. “As I love you, and Bruenor, and Regis.””I would not interfere-” Wulfgar started to say,...

A sense of accomplishment. It is the most important ingredient in any rational being’s formula of happiness. It is the element that builds confidence and allows us to go on to other, greater tasks. It...

There is a wide world out there, 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.

You view the gods as entities without,” Montolio tried to explain. “You see them as physical beings trying to control our actions for their own ends, and thus you, in your stubborn independance, reject them....

I will always love you Drizzt Do’Urden my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well, my love.

We are the center. In each of our minds – some may call it arrogance, or selfishness – we are the center, and all the world moves about us, and for us, and because of...

…and a third had died in his bunk of natural causes– for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one’s life

Regweld is really a fine wizard,” he continued, patting the shoulder again. “And his ideas for crossbreeding a horse and a frog are not without merit; never mind the explosion! Alchemy shops can be replaced!

Do we behave out of fear of punishment, or out of the demands of our heart? For me, it is the latter, as I would hope is true for all adults, thought I know from...

Who knows what adventure we might find here?” Drizzt said excitedly. “Who knows what secrets might be unveiled to us?””Adventure?” Dunkin asked incredulously, looking to the carnage along the beach, and to the zombies still...

He’s not wanting to fight,” she assured the captain.”He is driven by curiosity?” Deudermont asked.”By loyalty,” Catti-brie answered. “And nothing more. Drizzt is bound by friendship to ye and to the crew, and if a...

Never confuse honor with stupidity!

Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. At the same time, if nostalgia precipitates...

Hindsight, I think, is a useless tool. We, each of us, are at a place in our lives because of innumerable circumstances, and we, each of us, have a responsibility (if we do not like...

Selfishly, perhaps, Catti-brie had determined that the assassin was her own business. He had unnerved her, had stripped away years of training and discipline and reduced her to the quivering semblance of a frightened child....

Another week of emptiness, of solitude, though the schooner was fully crewed and there were few places where someone could be out of sight of everyone else. That was the thing about the open ocean,...

Catti-brie continued to stare at the drow as the wizards walked up. The woman did not know what to make of Drizzt’s cryptic answers. Drizzt had let Tarnheel win, she figured, or at least had...

Sane is boring.

Cook another feast,’ Bruenor grumbled. ‘Suren the elf has his eye fixed on another wedding.”Drizzt let it go at that. Maybe there was a ring of truth in Bruenor’s words for some distant date. No...

First blood is mine.Last blood counts for more.–Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do’Urden

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.

Catti-brie had to believe that now, recalling the scene in light of the drow’s words. She had to believe that her love for Wulfgar had been real, very real, and not misplaced, that he was...

He saw tears rimming her blue eyes, tears that washed away Drizzt’s anger, that told him that what had happened between himself and Catti-brie had apparently not been so deeply buried. The last time they...

We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us...

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

If you can quit, then quit. If you can’t quit, you’re a writer.

But there remained a reflective solitude behind that laughter, that nagging sense of completion that didn’t sit well on the shoulders of a woman who had just begun to open her eyes to the wide...

Catti-brie didn’t blink, barely drew breath. She was thinking how noble this drow had been. So many other men would not have asked questions, would have taken advantage of the situation. And would that have...

Loss of empathy might well be the most enduring and deep-cutting scar of all, the silent blade of an unseen emey, tearing at our hearts and stealing more than our strength- Drizzt Do’Urden

Change is not always growth, but growth is often rooted in change.Drizzt Do’Urden

No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a...

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.

To grant the power of a weapon master to anyone at all, without effort, without training and proof that the lessons have taken hold, is to deny the responsibility that comes with such power.

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