I have sinned enough against the world. Teaching magic to a kender would ensure my damnation. "Raistlin Majere
and someday, fat innkeepers will bow to me.
Hope is the denial of reality. It is the carrot dangled before the draft horse to keep him plodding along in a vain attempt to reach it." "Are you saying we shouldn't hope?" "I'm saying we should remove the carrot and walk forward with our eyes open!