“I followed the river to the shallows where it spoke of its bed, in whispering tones as gentle as the sun's growing warmth.”

“We've dug our holes and hallowed caves Put goblin foes in shallow graves This day our work is just begun In the mines where silver rivers runBeneath the stone the metal gleams Torches shine on silver streams Beyond the eyes of he spying sun In the mines where silver rivers runThe hammers chime on Mithral pure As dwarven mines in days of yore A craftsman's work is never done In the mines where silver rivers runTo dwarven gods we sing or praise Put another orc in a shallow grave We know our work has just began In the mines where silver rivers run”

“I know a place on this Earth that contains wonders enough to stop the breath. A place where the very rocks whisper and whine, where the rivers boil and the snow-studded peaks thrust into a bowl of blue; where great shaggy beasts press the earth with cloven hooves or threaten with claw and fang; where new life and lurking death coexist in the shallows of varicolored pools.”

“Nobody told me love was warm. Such warmth - I seemed to remember it, it seemed like something forgotten by me since I was born. All the fires are here, and the warmth of my mother’s bed long ago and the deep heat of the sun.”

“I lifted my face to the sun and let its warmth and light caress me with its favor.”

“Look closer. The river's its own world of fast and slow, deep and shallow, bright and shadowed. If you look at it like that, like a landscape where the fish live, it'll be easier to catch one.”