Quotes by R.A. Salvatore

Of all the crowns that Bruenor had worn or would, none was more important than that of Father.

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!

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. But she was a young woman now, no more a girl. She had to personally respond to that emotional humiliation, or the scars from it would haunt her to her grave, forever paralyzing her along her path to discover her true potential in life.

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 well sacrifice authority, and though the parent may be comfortable with surrendering the dominant position, the unintentional result will be to steal from that child the necessary guidance and, more importantly, the sense of security the parent is supposed to impart. On the opposite side, a friend who takes a role as parents forgets the most important ingredient of friendship: respect.For respect is the guiding principle of friendship, the lighthouse beacon that directs the course of any true friendship. And respect demands trust.

Hes 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 simple contest against the man will make for an easier sail, then hes up to the fight. But there is no curiosity in Drizzt. No stupid pride. Hes not for caring whos the better at swordplay.Deudermont nodded and his expression brightened. The young womans words confirmed his belief in his friend.

But there remained a reflective solitude behind that laughter, that nagging sense of completion that didnt sit well on the shoulders of a woman who had just begun to open her eyes to the wide world.

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.

Drizzt looked long and hard at the young woman, tje dedicated warrior, and he understood that Danica, too, had been forced into a great sacrifice because of Cadderlys choice. He sensed an anger within her, but it was buried deep. overwhelmed by her love for this man and her admiration for his sacrifice.Catti-brie didnt miss any of it. She, who had lost her love, surely empathized with Danica, and yet, she knew that the woman was undeserving of any sympathy. In those few sentences of explanation, in the presence of Cadderly and of Danica, and within the halls of this most reverent of structures, Catti-broe understood that to give sympathy to Danica would belittle the sacrifice, would diminish what Cadderly had accomplished in exchange for his years.

Nothins what it seems, drow! Bruenor declared. Nothin! Ye try to follow what ye know, ye know? But then ye find that ye know not what ye thought ye knowed! Thought a dogd be tastin good - looked good enough - but now me bellys cursing me every move!

Loss of empathy might well be the most enduring and deep-cutting scar of all, the silent blade of an unseen enemy, tearing at our hearts and stealing more than our strength. Stealing our will, for what are we without empathy? What manner of joy might we find in our live if we cannot understand the joys and pains of those around us, if we cannot share in a greater community.

But love, honest love, requires empathy. It is a sharing—of joy, of pain, of laughter, and of tears. Honest love makes one’s soul a reflection of the partner’s moods. And as a room seems larger when it is lined with mirrors, so do the joys become amplified. And as the individual items within the mirrored room seem less acute, so does pain diminish and fade, stretched thin by the sharing. That is the beauty of love, whether in passion or friendship. A sharing that multiplies the joys and thins the pains.

Catti-brie continued to stare at the drow as the wizards walked up. The woman did not know what to make of Drizzts cryptic answers. Drizzt had let Tarnheel win, she figured, or at least had allowed the man to fight to a draw. For some reason the young woman did not understand, she didnt want to think that Tarnheel had actually beaten Drizzt; she didnt want to think that anyone could beat Drizzt.

Never confuse honor with stupidity!

He saw tears rimming her blue eyes, tears that washed away Drizzts anger, that told him that what had happened between himself and Catti-brie had apparently not been so deeply buried. The last time they had met, on this very spot, they had hidden the questions they both wanted to ask behind the energy of a sparring match. Catti-bries concentration had to be complete on that occasion, and in the days before it, as she had fought to master her sword, but now that task was completed. Now, like Drizzt, she had time to think, and in that time, Catti-brie had remembered.Yere knowing it was the sword? she asked, almost pleaded.Drizzt smiled, trying to comfort her. Of course it had been the sentient sword that had inspired her to throw herself at him. Fully the sword, only the sword. But a large part of Drizzt - and possibly of Catti-brie, he thought in looking at her - wished differently. There had been an undeniable tension between them for some time, a complicated situation, and even more so now, after the possession incident with Khazidhea.

That was the danger of nostalgia, Drizzt realized. One often remembered the good of the past while forgetting the troubles.

But in his years among the drow, Drizzt DoUrden 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 fought with his heart and would no sooner battle merely for the sake of battle than he would mate for the sake of the physical act.

Drizzt felt the despair most keenly. For all the trials of his hard life, the drow had held faith for ultimate justice. He had believed, though he never dared to admit it, that his unyielding faith in his precious principles would bring him the reward her deserved. Now, there was this, a struggle that could only end in death, where one victory brought only more conflict.

This, then, was Jango Fetts greatest reward, right here, sitting with his son, his young replica, sharing quiet moments.

Drizzt DoUrden 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 held any illusions that he would change the world, of course, or even a substantial portion of it, but he always held strongly that fighting to better just his own little pocket of the world was a worthwhile cause.

Did you close that part of your life, Drizzt DoUrden? And now are you afraid because it might again be opened?Drizzt shook his head without hesitation, but it was an unconvincing movement. He paused a long while, they sighed deeply. I am disappointed, the drow admitted. In myself, for mt selfishness. I want to see Zaknafein again, to stand beside him and learn from him and listen to his words. Drizzt looked up at Cadderly, his expression truly serene. But I remember the last time I saw him, he said, and he told Cadderly then of that final meeting.