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Origine: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book II: The Black Cauldron (1965), Chapter 3
Contesto: "I have marched in many a battle host," Adaon answered quietly, "but I have also planted seeds and reaped the harvest with my own hands. And I have learned there is greater honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood."

“I decided that adventure was the best way to learn about writing.”

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“If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.”

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Lloyd Alexander libro Taran Wanderer

Origine: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book IV: Taran Wanderer (1967), Chapter 17 (Llonio)

“You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.”

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Lloyd Alexander libro The Book of Three

Origine: The Book of Three

“Find what you want. I will find you.”

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Lloyd Alexander libro Westmark

Origine: Westmark

“He was a great poet" They lamented.

No, he was not a great poet," said Theo, "He was a good poet, he could have been better. That's the real loss don't you see?”

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Lloyd Alexander libro The Kestrel

Origine: The Kestrel

“Any fool can tell a story. Take a few odds and ends of things that happen to you, dress them up, shuffle them about, add a dash of excitement, a little color, and there you have it.”

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Origine: The Arkadians

“If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?”

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Origine: The Arkadians

“… Writings can be stolen, or changed, or used for evil purposes. But isn't the risk worth taking? The more people who share knowledge, the greater safeguard for it. Isn't there more danger in ignorance than knowledge?”

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Origine: The Arkadians

“A taste for adventure is by no means a masculine monopoly.”

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“Behind one truth there is always yet another.”

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Lloyd Alexander libro The Iron Ring

Origine: The Iron Ring

“Are you slow-witted? I'm so sorry for you. It's terrible to be dull and stupid.”

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Lloyd Alexander libro The Book of Three

Origine: The Book of Three

“Craftsmanship isn’t like water in an earthen pot, to be taken out by the dipperful until it’s empty. No, the more drawn out the more remains.”

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Lloyd Alexander libro Taran Wanderer

Origine: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book IV: Taran Wanderer (1967), Chapter 19 (Annlaw)

“No matter what has happened, you're not a pig-boy; you're an Assistant Pig Keeper!”

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Lloyd Alexander libro The Black Cauldron

Origine: The Black Cauldron

“He will not succeed in this," Taran said. "Somehow, we must find a way to escape. We dare not lose hope."
"I agree absolutely," Fflewddur answered. "Your general idea is excellent; it's only the details that are lacking…”

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Lloyd Alexander libro The Black Cauldron

Origine: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book V : The High King (1968), Chapter 20
Origine: The Black Cauldron
Contesto: Orgoch gave a most ungentle snort. Orddu, meanwhile, had unfolded a length of brightly woven tapestry and held it out to Taran.
“We came to bring you this, my duckling,” she said. “Take it and pay no heed to Orgoch’s grumbling. She’ll have to swallow her disappointment—for lack of anything better.”
“I have seen this on your loom,” Taran said, more than a little distrustful. “Why do you offer it to me? I do not ask for it, nor can I pay for it.”
“It is yours by right, my robin,” answered Orddu. “It does come from our loom, if you insist on strictest detail, but it was really you who wove it.”
Puzzled, Taran looked more closely at the fabric and saw it crowded with images of men and women, of warriors and battles, of birds and animals. “These,” he murmured in wonder, “these are of my own life.”
“Of course,” Orddu replied. “The pattern is of your choosing and always was.”
“My choosing?” Taran questioned. “Not yours? Yet I believed...” He stopped and raised his eyes to Orddu. “Yes,” he said slowly, “once I did believe the world went at your bidding. I see now it is not so. The strands of life are not woven by three hags or even by three beautiful damsels. The pattern indeed was mine. But here,” he added, frowning as he scanned the final portion of the fabric where the weaving broke off and the threads fell unraveled, “here it is unfinished.”
“Naturally,” said Orddu. “You must still choose the pattern, and so must each of you poor, perplexed fledglings, as long as thread remains to be woven.”