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R.A. Salvatore Quotes | Quotes said by R.A. Salvatore

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #1

    , But the streets need cleaning, brother, Gromph said.
    That is why the gods gave us magic, brother, Jarlaxle replied in the same smug tone. To perform the mundane tasks of life.


  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #2

    ...a third [of three] had died in his bunk of natural causes--for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #3

    ...and a third had died in his bunk of natural causes-- for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #4

    A man inferior with the blade or with his thoughts can still so elevate himself, Entreri explained curtly, if he can impart the belief that some god or other speaks through him. It is the greatest deception in all the world and one embraced by kings and lords, while the minor lying thieves on the streets or Calimport and other cities lose their tongues for so attempting to coax the purses of others.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #5

    A sense of accomplishment. It is the most important ingredient in any rational being's formula of happiness. It is the element that builds confidence and allows us to go on to other, greater tasks. It is the item that promotes a sense of self-worth, that allows any person to believe there is value in life itself, that gives a sense of purpose to bolster us as we face life's unanswerable questions.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #6

    All my life, I have been searching for a home, the drow said quietly. All my life, I have been wanting more than that which was offered to me, more than Menzoberranzan, more than friends who stood beside me out of personal gain. I always thought home would be a place, and indeed it is, but not in any physical sense. It is a place in here, Drizzt said, putting a hand to his heart and turning back to look upon his companions. It is a feeling given by true friends.

    I know this now, and know that I am home.

    But ye're off to Carradoon, Cattie-brie said softly.

    And so're we! Bruenor bellowed.

    Drizzt smiled at them, laughed aloud. If circumstances will not allow me to remain at home, the ranger said firmly, then I will simply take my home with me!

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #7

    Another week of emptiness, of solitude, though the schooner was fully crewed and there were few places where someone could be out of sight of everyone else. That was the thing about the open ocean, you were never physically alone, yet all the world seemed removed. Catti-brie and Drizzt had spent hours together, just standing and watching, each lost, drifting on the rolls of the azure blanket, together and yet so alone.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #8

    Arrogance convinced me that by sheer determination, I could conquer helplessness itself. Stubborn and foolish youth, I must admit, for when I look back on those years now, I see quite clearly that rarely did I stand alone. Always there were friends, true and dear, lending me support even when I believed I did not want it, and even when I did not realize they were doing it.

    ...These were the companions who justified my principles, who gave me strength to continue against any foe, real or imagined. These were the companions who fought the helplessness, the rage, and frustration.

    These were the friends who gave me my life.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #9

    But in his years among the drow, Drizzt Do'Urden had learned to look beyond physical beauty and physical attraction. Drizzt did not separate the physical from the emotional. He was a superb fighter because he fought with his heart and would no sooner battle merely for the sake of battle than he would mate for the sake of the physical act.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #10

    But love, honest love, requires empathy. It is a sharing—of joy, of pain, of laughter, and of tears. Honest love makes one’s soul a reflection of the partner’s moods. And as a room seems larger when it is lined with mirrors, so do the joys become amplified. And as the individual items within the mirrored room seem less acute, so does pain diminish and fade, stretched thin by the sharing. That is the beauty of love, whether in passion or friendship. A sharing that multiplies the joys and thins the pains.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #11

    But there remained a reflective solitude behind that laughter, that nagging sense of completion that didn't sit well on the shoulders of a woman who had just begun to open her eyes to the wide world.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #12

    But what of faith? What of fidelity and loyalty? Complete trust? Faith is not granted by tangible proof. It comes from the heart and the soul. If a person needs proof of god's existence, then the very notion of spirituality is diminished into sensuality and we have reduced what is holy into what is logical.-Drizzt Do'urden

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #13

    Catti-brie continued to stare at the drow as the wizards walked up. The woman did not know what to make of Drizzt's cryptic answers. Drizzt had let Tarnheel win, she figured, or at least had allowed the man to fight to a draw. For some reason the young woman did not understand, she didn't want to think that Tarnheel had actually beaten Drizzt; she didn't want to think that anyone could beat Drizzt.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #14

    Catti-brie didn't blink, barely drew breath. She was thinking how noble this drow had been. So many other men would not have asked questions, would have taken advantage of the situation. And would that have been such a bad thing? the young woman had to ask herself now. Her feelings for Drizzt were deep and real, a bond of friendship and love. Would it have been such a bad thing if he had made love to her in that room?

    Yes, she decided, for both of them, because, while it was her body that had been offered, it was Khazid'hea that was in control. Things were awkward enough between them now, but if Drizzt had relented to the feelings that Catti-brie knew he held for her, if he had not been so noble in that strange situation and had given in to the offered temptation, likely neither of them would have been able to look the other in the eye afterward.

    Like they were doing now, on a quiet plateau high in the mountains, with a chill and crisp breeze and the stars glowing even more brightly above them.

    Ye're a good man, Drizzt Do'Urden, the grateful woman said with a heartfelt smile.

    Hardly a man, Drizzt replied, chuckling, and glad for the relief of the tension.

    Only a temporary relief, though. The chuckle and the smile died away almost immediately, leaving them in the same place, the same awkward moment, caught somewhere between romance and fear.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #15

    Change is not always growth, but growth is often rooted in change.
    Drizzt Do'Urden

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #16

    Cook another feast,' Bruenor grumbled. 'Suren the elf has his eye fixed on another wedding.
    Drizzt let it go at that. Maybe there was a ring of truth in Bruenor's words for some distant date. No longer did Drizzt limit his hopes and desires. He would see the world as he could and draw his choices from his wishes, not from limitations he might impose upon himself. For now, though, Drizzt had found something too personal to be shared.
    For the first time in his life, the drow had found peace.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #17

    Damn you to Lolth's web! he said. Don't you dare pretend if doesn't matter to you! Why do you care? Drizzt growled back at him. No one who has ever made a diffence? Do you believe that? What do you want from me, son of Baenre? Just the truth-your truth. Yoy believe that you have never mae a difference? Perhaps there is no difference to be made, Drizzt replied. Do not ever say that, Jarlaxle said to him. Why do you care? Drizzzt asked. Because you were the one who escaped, Jarlaxle replied. Don't you understand? Jarlaxle went on. I watched you-we all watched you. Whenever a matron mother, or almost any female of Menzoberranzan was about, we spoke your name with vitriol, promising to avenge Lolth and kill you. But whenever they were not around, the name of Drizzt Do'Urden was spoken with jealousy, often reverence. You do not understand, do you? You don't even recognize the difference you've made to so many of us in Menzoberranzan. How? Why? Because you were the one who escaped! You are here with me! Drizzt argued. Are you bound to the City of Spiders by anything more than your own designs? By Bregan D'Aerthe? I'm not talking about the city, you obstinate fool, Jarlaxle replied, his vocie lowering. Again Drizzt looked at him, at a loss. The hertiage, Jarlaxle explained. The fate.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #18

    Do we behave out of fear of punishment, or out of the demands of our heart? For me, it is the latter, as I would hope is true for all adults, thought I know from bitter experience that such is not often the case. To act in a manner designed to catapult you into heaven would seem transparent to a god, any god,for if ones heart is not in allignment with the creator of that heaven, then... what is the point?

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #19

    do you love her Wulfgar asked suddenly, and the drow was off his guard.

    Of course I do, Drizzt responded truthfully. As I love you, and Bruenor, and Regis.

    I would not interfere- Wulfgar started to say, but he was stopped by Drizzt's chuckle.

    The choice is neither mine nor yours, the drow explained, but Catti-brie's. Remember, what you had, my friend, and remember what you, in your foolishness, nearly lost.

    Wulfgar looked long and hard at his dear friend, determined to heed that wise advice. Catti-brie's life was Catti-brie's to decide and whatever, or whomever, she chose, Wulfgar would always be among friends.

    The winter would be long and cold, thick with snow and mercifully uneventful. Things would not be the same between the friends, could never be after all they had experienced, but they would be together again, in heart and in soul. Let no man, and no fiend, ever try to separate them again!

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #20

    Drizzt looked long and hard at the young woman, tje dedicated warrior, and he understood that Danica, too, had been forced into a great sacrifice because of Cadderly's choice. He sensed an anger within her, but it was buried deep. overwhelmed by her love for this man and her admiration for his sacrifice.

    Catti-brie didn't miss any of it. She, who had lost her love, surely empathized with Danica, and yet, she knew that the woman was undeserving of any sympathy. In those few sentences of explanation, in the presence of Cadderly and of Danica, and within the halls of this most reverent of structures, Catti-broe understood that to give sympathy to Danica would belittle the sacrifice, would diminish what Cadderly had accomplished in exchange for his years.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #21

    Every day is a chance to start over. Any day can be bad, surely, but any day can be good, can be great, and that promise, that potential, is a beautiful thing indeed.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #22

    Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #23

    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.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #24

    First blood is mine.
    Last blood counts for more.

    --Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do'Urden

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #25

    He looked down at the mask hanging around his neck. So simple a lie, and he could walk freely throughout the world.
    But would he then be trapped within the web of his own deception? What freedom could he find in denying the truth about himself?

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #26

    He saw tears rimming her blue eyes, tears that washed away Drizzt's anger, that told him that what had happened between himself and Catti-brie had apparently not been so deeply buried. The last time they had met, on this very spot, they had hidden the questions they both wanted to ask behind the energy of a sparring match. Catti-brie's concentration had to be complete on that occasion, and in the days before it, as she had fought to master her sword, but now that task was completed. Now, like Drizzt, she had time to think, and in that time, Catti-brie had remembered.

    Ye're knowing it was the sword? she asked, almost pleaded.

    Drizzt smiled, trying to comfort her. Of course it had been the sentient sword that had inspired her to throw herself at him. Fully the sword, only the sword. But a large part of Drizzt - and possibly of Catti-brie, he thought in looking at her - wished differently. There had been an undeniable tension between them for some time, a complicated situation, and even more so now, after the possession incident with Khazid'hea.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #27

    He's not wanting to fight, she assured the captain.

    He is driven by curiosity? Deudermont asked.

    By loyalty, Catti-brie answered. And nothing more. Drizzt is bound by friendship to ye and to the crew, and if a simple contest against the man will make for an easier sail, then he's up to the fight. But there is no curiosity in Drizzt. No stupid pride. He's not for caring who's the better at swordplay.

    Deudermont nodded and his expression brightened. The young woman's words confirmed his belief in his friend.

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #28

    Hindsight, I think, is a useless tool. We, each of us, are at a place in our lives because of innumerable circumstances, and we, each of us, have a responsibility (if we do not like where we are) to move along life's road, to find a better path if this one does not suit, or to walk happily along this one if it is indeed our life's way. Changing even the bad things that have gone before would fundamentally change who we are, and whether or not that would be a good thing, I believe, it is impossible to predict.
    So I take my past experiences... and try to regret nothing.
    -Drizzt Do'urden

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #29

    How many people long for that past, simpler, and better world, I wonder, without ever recognizing the truth that perhaps it was they who were simpler and better, and not the world about them?

  • R.A. Salvatore Quote #30

    I pray that the world never runs out of dragons. I say that in all sincerity, though I have played a part in the death of one great wyrm. For the dragon is the quintessential enemy, the greatest foe, the unconquerable epitome of devastation. The dragon, above all other creatures, even the demons and the devils, evokes images of dark grandeur, of the greatest beast curled asleep on the greatest treasure hoard. They are the ultimate test of the hero and the ultimate fright of the child. They are older than the elves and more akin to the earth than the dwarves. The great dragons are the preternatural beast, the basic element of the beast, that darkest part of our imagination.

    The wizards cannot tell you of their origin, though they believe that a great wizard, a god of wizards, must have played some role in the first spawning of the beast. The elves, with their long fables explaining the creation of every aspect of the world, have many ancient tales concerning the origin of the dragons, but they admit, privately, that they really have no idea of how the dragons came to be.
    My own belief is more simple, and yet, more complicated by far. I believe that dragons appeared in the world immediately after the spawning of the first reasoning race. I do not credit any god of wizards with their creation, but rather, the most basic imagination wrought of unseen fears, of those first reasoning mortals.

    We make the dragons as we make the gods, because we need them, because, somewhere deep in our hearts, we recognize that a world without them is a world not worth living in.

    There are so many people in the land who want an answer, a definitive answer, for everything in life, and even for everything after life. They study and they test, and because those few find the answers for some simple questions, they assume that there are answers to be had for every question. What was the world like before there were people? Was there nothing but darkness before the sun and the stars? Was there anything at all? What were we, each of us, before we were born? And what, most importantly of all, shall we be after we die?

    Out of compassion, I hope that those questioners never find that which they seek.

    One self-proclaimed prophet came through Ten-Towns denying the possibility of an afterlife, claiming that those people who had died and were raised by priests, had, in fact, never died, and that their claims of experiences beyond the grave were an elaborate trick played on them by their own hearts, a ruse to ease the path to nothingness. For that is all there was, he said, an emptiness, a nothingness.

    Never in my life have I ever heard one begging so desperately for someone to prove him wrong.
    This is kind of what I believe right now… although, I do not want to be proved wrong…

    For what are we left with if there remains no mystery? What hope might we find if we know all of the answers?

    What is it within us, then, that so desperately wants to deny magic and to unravel mystery? Fear, I presume, based on the many uncertainties of life and the greatest uncertainty of death. Put those fears aside, I say, and live free of them, for if we just step back and watch the truth of the world, we will find that there is indeed magic all about us, unexplainable by numbers and formulas. What is the passion evoked by the stirring speech of the commander before the desperate battle, if not magic? What is the peace that an infant might know in its mother’s arms, if not magic? What is love, if not magic?

    No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.

    And that, I fear, for any reasoning, conscious being, would be the cruelest trick of all.

    -Drizzt Do’Urden

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