First blood is mine. Last blood counts for more.--Artemis Enter and Drift Do'Burden

— R.A. Salvatore

He looked down at the mask hanging around his neck. So simple a lie, and he could walk freely throughout the world. But would he then be trapped within the web of his own deception? What freedom could he find in denying the truth about himself?

— R.A. Salvatore

He saw tears rimming her blue eyes, tears that washed away Drift's anger, that told him that what had happened between himself and Patti-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. Patti-brie's 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 Drift, she had time to think, and in that time, Patti-brie had remembered." Ye're 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 Drift - and possibly of Patti-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 Khalid'he.

— R.A. Salvatore

He's not wanting to fight," she assured the captain." He is driven by curiosity?" Desdemona asked." By loyalty," Patti-brie answered. "And nothing more. Drift 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 he's up to the fight. But there is no curiosity in Drift. No stupid pride. He's not for caring who's the better at swordplay." Deudermont nodded and his expression brightened. The young woman's words confirmed his belief in his friend.

— R.A. Salvatore

Hindsight, I think, is a useless tool. We, each of us, are at a place in our lives because of innumerable circumstances, and we, each of us, have a responsibility (if we do not like where we are) to move along life's road, to find a better path if this one does not suit, or to walk happily along this one if it is indeed our life's way. Changing even the bad things that have gone before would fundamentally change who we are, and whether that would be a good thing, I believe, it is impossible to predict. So I take my experiences... and try to regret nothing. -Drift Do'burden

— R.A. Salvatore

How many people long for that "past, simpler, and better world," I wonder, without ever recognizing the truth that perhaps it was they who were simpler and better, and not the world about them?

— R.A. Salvatore

If you can quit, then quit. If you can't quit, you're a writer.

— R.A. Salvatore

In any honest analysis, change is the basis of fear, the idea of something new, of some paradigm that is unfamiliar, that is beyond our experiences so competent that we cannot even truly predict where is will lead us.

— R.A. Salvatore

In any honest analysis, change is the basis of fear, the idea of something new, of some paradigm that is unfamiliar, that is beyond our experiences so completely that we cannot even truly predict where is will lead us.

— R.A. Salvatore

In my stubborn youth, I believed that I could stand alone, that I was strong enough to conquer my enemies with sword and with principles. Arrogance convinced me that by sheer determination, I could conquer helplessness itself. Stubborn and foolish youth, Must admit, for when I look back on those years now, I see quite clearly that rarely did I stand alone and rarely did I have to stand alone. Always there were friends, true and dear, lending me support even when I believed I did not want it, and even when I did not realize they were doing it.

— R.A. Salvatore