Polgara the Sorceress

An election’s nothing more than a popularity contest, and popularity’s hardly a measure of any kind of administrative ability.

It’s an article of the religion of every adolescent that he or she knows far more than his elders; the half-formed mind suffers fools almost ecstatically.

Time, the slow, measured passage of years, is not exactly what we think it is. Humans tend to break time up into manageable pieces “ night and day, the turning of the seasons, the passage of years, centuries, eons ” but in actuality time is all one piece, a river flowing endlessly from the beginning toward some incomprehensible goal.

The notion that any one person can describe ‘what really happened’ is an absurdity. If ten “ or a hundred ” people witness an event, there will be ten “ or a hundred ” different versions of what took place. What we see and how we interpret it depends entirely upon our individual past experience.