Garion started shaving. "Try to keep away from your nose," said Hettar wryly. "A man looks quite strange without a nose.
The old man was peering intently at the shelves. 'I'll have to admit that he's a very competent scholar. ' Isn't he just a librarian?' Garion asked, 'somebody who looks after books?' That's where all the rest of scholarship starts, Garion. All the books in the world won't help you if they're just piled up in a heap.
Zakath's face grew thoughtful. "You know something, Garion?" he said. "Man thinks he owns the world, but we share it with all sorts of creatures who are indifferent to our overlordship. They have their own societies, and I supposed even their own cultures. They don't even pay attention to us, do you?" "Only when we inconvenience them. . . It teaches us humility," Garion agreed.