His stories were not always new, but there was in the telling of them a special kind of magic. His voice could roll like thunder or hush down into a lifelike whisper. He could imitate the voices of a dozen men at once; whistle so like a bird that the birds themselves would come to him to hear what he had to say; and when he imitated the howl of a wolf, the sound could raise the hair on the backs of his listeners' necks and strike a chill into their hearts like the depths of a Iranian winter. He could make the sound of rain and of wind and even, most miraculously, the sound of snow falling.

— David Eddings

—I can make Sell laugh if I really have to, but I have to take off one of his boots first.—That went by just a little fast, Toll.—It’s terribly hard to tickle the bottom of a man’s foot when he’s wearing boots, commander.

— David Eddings

I get up at an unholy hour in the morning my work day is completed by the time the sun rises. I have a slightly bad back which has made an enormous contribution to American literature.

— David Eddings

I thought the trees down in Lady Delaney’s country were about as big as a tree could get,” he said, “but the ones around here are so tall that they probably tickle the moon’s tummy when she goes by.

— David Eddings

I thought you said you were the one in charge!" Ce'Near exclaimed. I lied." Silk said. "It's a vice I have.

— David Eddings

It keeps him happy, MacLaine, and happy people are nicer than gloomy ones. Haven't you noticed that before?

— David Eddings

It's all very well to put the government in the hands of the perfect man, but what do you do when the perfect man gets a bellyache?

— David Eddings

It’s common knowledge that the "church" is nothing more than an invention of the priesthood designed to swindle the ordinary people of the empire out of just about everything they own.

— David Eddings

It’s different," Organ’s younger cousin Toll declared, gesturing at the glorious sunset late that afternoon. "It’s pretty enough, I suppose, but it’s not too much like the sunsets out at sea. Mountains seem to do peculiar things to the sky."" It’s the clouds, Captain Toll," Keel explained. "Most of the time, I’d imagine, the clouds out over the sea sort of plod along from here to there. When they come to mountains, though, they have to climb up one side and then slide down the other. That sort of scrambles them, so they’re thicker in some places and thinner in others. That’s why we see so many different shades of red in a mountain sunset.

— David Eddings

I wouldn't do that," Silk advised. "Thinking about it isn't going to help, and it's only going to make you nervous."" Nervouser," Marion corrected. "I'm already nervous."" Is there such a word as "'nervouser'?" Silk asked Belgrade curiously. "There is now," Belgrade replied. "Marion just invented it."" I wish I could invent a word," Silk said admiringly to Marion.

— David Eddings