The Dragonriders of Pern

There’s nothing wrong in doubting. It sometimes leads to greater faith.

Some folk, too, believe what the loudest talker says. And some folk because it frightens them not to.

A man ought not be afraid to say he didn’t know. Nor a woman.

The bronze rider of Mnementh, Lord F’lar, will require quarters for himself. I, F’nor, brown rider, prefer to be lodged with the wingmen. We are, in number, twelve.” F’lar liked that touch of F’nor’s, totting up the wing strength, as if Fax were incapable of counting.

Ridicule was a better defense than truth.

The eyes of a vengeful man miss few details he can turn to advantage.

Exchange information, learn to talk sensibly about any subject, learn to express your thoughts, accept new ones, examine them, analyze. Think objectively. Think toward the future.

Each egg hatched a different way, but a crack at the right time speeded things up.

It’s easier to flatter a man than fight him.

Drummer, beat, and piper, blow, Harper, strike, and soldier, go. Free the flame and sear the grasses Till the dawning Red Star passes.