What__ the old saying? Ah, I remember now. __uriosity flayed the cat alive, ripped it apart limb from limb, and listened to it scream before it killed it._ That__ the one.

Comport yourself with grace under pressure.

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 frozen in the water. "Reward?" he added with a chuckle. "Punishment, more likely, though I have done nothing to harm you, any of you!""We are here to unveil a mystery," Drizzt said, as though that fact should have piqued the man's curiosity, "To learn and to grow. To live as we discover the secrets of the world about us.

All writers of confessions from Augustine on down, have always remained a little in love with their sins.

Upon the one thing every writer absolutely must have, and that is intellectual curiosity.

People in the city are poor because they are oppressed, discriminated against and alienated; people in the country are poor because they're too stupid to realize they ought to be living in the city.