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1 " Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not. "
― , The Legacy (Forgotten Realms: Legacy of the Drow, #1; Legend of Drizzt, #7)
2 " Farewell, my friend," Drizzt whispered, trying futilely to keep his voice from breaking. :This journey you make alone. "
3 " Because of the friends I have known, the honorable people I have met, I know I am no solitary hero of unique causes. I know that when I die, that which is important will live on. "
4 " When I die … may there be friends who will grieve for me, who will carry our shared joys and pains, who will carry my memory. "
5 " He hates me because my way of life shows his to be an empty lie, "
6 " Fortunate circumstances do not equate to high principles. "
7 " What loss is death if life is not to be lived? "
8 " Are we then creatures of action? Do we say that we desire those accepted cliches of comfort when, in fact, it is the challenge and the adventure that truly give us life? "
9 " In the dim light of Twinkle’s glow, their skin colors lost in a common gray, they seemed alike, brethren come from the same mold. Entreri approved of that perception, but Drizzt surely did not. "
10 " As we uncover the mysteries of the body, so too must we unravel the harmonies of the soul. "
11 " Drizzt, trying to play it calm, trying to hold fast to his principles, could not hide his grimace at the mention of his dead father, reputably the finest weapons master ever to draw swords in Menzoberranzan. "
12 " To place the measure of a living being’s worth above that of another simply because that being wears the same color skin as I belittles my principles. "
13 " I am sorry," was all Drizzt could quietly mouth.Vierna shook her head, refusing any apology. To Drizzt, it seemed as if that buried part of her that was Zaknafein Do'Urden's daughter approved of this ending. "
14 " You wish this to end," the mercenary remarked to Dinin when they were alone."You have not met my brother," Dinin replied evenly, and his hand instinctively twitched near the hilt of his magnificent drow-made sword, as though the mere mention of Drizzt put him on the defensive. "Not in combat, at least. "
15 " I feel that I am dying, that those stories I so desired to share with friends will soon grow stale, with nothing to replace them. But, I remind myself again, the choice is mine to make. –Drizzt Do’Urden "