You worry about a crack in the floor while the whole mountain is about to come down on us! - Christopher Paolini

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.

The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true.

Sword, I name thee Brisingr!
And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.