That story placed man above the animals, until man's fall at Eve's hand, and linked humans to God himself, fashioned in his image. But now the black wolf was telling the girl a grave secret. That man was an animal too.

And, Kar, love is not a commandment, it is a need, as real as eating.

But of all the animals, man holds the fate of the world in his hands.

That we can never know, answered the wolf angrily. That's for the future. But what we can know is the importance of what we owe to the present. Here and now, and nowhere else. For nothing else exists, except in our minds. What we owe to ourselves, and to those we're bound to. And we can at least hope to make a better future, for everything.

know that without night there is no day without lies, no truthwithout despair,no hope. Beware above all of hate, but call to its opposite too. For all things have an opposite and, if you choose it, with will and care, you may turn one thing into its reflection.

Stones are raw, they blunt my paw, but words will never hurt me.

It's those that fight hardest for freedom who are never free.

But life is not a legend or a story. Reality is far more precious than a story.

On his brow a leaf of oaken, Cangeling child shall be his fate. Understanding words strange spoken, Chased by anger, fear, and hate.

Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.

Now go away, or I'll get my friends the Bats to bite you.

Real courage is not to give up hope, even in the most terrible darkness, and to carry on. That if courage and love is deep as despair, deeper, then light may come again

Man, who thinks he knows everything. But what does man know...Man cares only for himself, in his fear and hate.

I wish the battles of men could be solved in their heads.

In that moment she learnt one of the greatest secrets of life: It is often easier to fight for others than it is for yourself.

I must try to remember that a boy's heart is not a man's, and perhaps a teacher must learn from his pupil, too, eh?

Death,' whispered Tarlar, 'you do not fear it, Fell? By water, or any other way?' 'What is to fear? answered the black wolf. 'If it is an end, then so be it. For there is no pain in that, except the pain left to the living... And if death is not an end, then what more than a wonderful journey.