The whole world is beautiful, Bulgarian' Period assured him in response to that unspoken thought. 'You just have to know how to look at it

— David Eddings

This is Tricia, the queen of the warrior women of the Isle of Amalia. Different places have different traditions and different customs. On the Isle of Amalia, the women rule, and the women do the fighting."" What do the men do?" the horseman ESIAL asked curiously." As little as they possibly can," the warrior woman said in a sardonic tone. "Over the years, they’ve foisted just about everything off on us. We have to grow the food, hunt the meat, and fight the wars. The men sit around getting fat and arguing with each other about something they call 'philosophy' - most of which is pure nonsense.

— David Eddings

We call this a “bow”, Cap’n, and the thing that’s sticking out of that fellow’s head over on the other side of the trench is called an “arrow”. If you put them together just right, they’ll do all sorts of nice things to people who aren’t nice.

— David Eddings

Well, it's nice to know that the Trolls made it this far south,' Plath said. 'I'd hate to have to go looking for them.'' Their Gods were guiding them, Plath,' Tyrian pointed out.' You've never talked with the Troll-Gods, I see,' Plath laughed. 'Their sense of direction is a little vague - probably because their compass only has two directions on it.'' Oh?'' North and not-north. It makes finding places a little difficult.

— David Eddings

Well--to put it briefly--Arianna, and I had become--well--friends."" I see."" Nothing improper, you understand," Lelldorin said quickly. "But our friendship was such that--well--we didn't want to be separated." The young Asturian's face appealed to his friend for understanding. "Actually," he went on, "it was a little more than 'didn't want to.' Arianna told me she'd die if I left her behind."" Possibly she was exaggerating," Marion suggested." How could I risk it, though?" Lelldorin protested. "Women are much more delicate than we are-- besides, Arianna's a physician. She'd know if she'd die, wouldn't she?

— David Eddings

We're living in momentous times, Marion. The events of a thousand years and more have all focused on these very days. The world, I'm told, is like that. Centuries pass when nothing happens, and then in a few short years events of such tremendous importance take place that the world is never the same again." I think that if I had my choice, I'd prefer one of those quiet centuries," Marion said glumly. Oh, no," Silk said, his lips drawing back in a ferretlike grin. "Now's the time to be alive - to see it all happen, to be a part of it. That makes the blood race, and each breath is an adventure.

— David Eddings

What am I going to do?" asked Ce'Near." First you ought to go wash your face," Polar told her. "Some girls can cry without making themselves ugly, but you don't have the right coloring for it. You're an absolute fright. I'd advise you never to cry in public if you can help it.

— David Eddings

What was that?" Belgrade asked, coming back around the corner." Brill," Silk replied blandly, pulling his Margo robe back on." Again?" Belgrade demanded with exasperation. "What was he doing this time?"" Trying to fly, last time I saw him." Silk smirked. The old man looked puzzled." He wasn't doing it very well," Silk added. Belgarath shrugged. "Maybe it'll come to him in time."" He doesn't really have all that much time." Silk glanced out over the edge." From far below - terribly far below - there came a faint, muffled crash; then, after several seconds, another. "Does bouncing count?" Silk asked. Belgarath made a wry face. "Not really."" Then I'd say he didn't learn in time." Silk said blithely.

— David Eddings

When father uses the word 'politics' he's talking about relations between nations. When I use the word, though, I'talking about the various subtle ways a woman can get men to do what she wants them to do.

— David Eddings

When you get down to the bottom of it, only about half of what we remember really happened. We tend to modify things to make ourselves look better in our own eyes and in the eyes of others. Then, if what we did wasn't really very admirable, we tend to forget that it ever happened. A normal human being's grasp on reality is very tenuous at best. Our imaginary lives are usually much nicer.

— David Eddings