Close’ only counts in horseshoe games and fireball spells. - Elaine Cunningham

Look at the sky. Does its sapphire hue dim when you take a single breath? Are the stars drawn closer when you weep? The sky cannot be diminished so. Thus it is with the spirit: it is a thing without beginning or end.

Who knows? Is our fate written on the day of our birth, or do we choose our paths?” “You tell me.” “Neither,” the old woman said, “or perhaps both. The future is not ours to know.

Sometimes the difference between a rogue and a hero,” she said carefully, “comes down to who is telling the tale.