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Neke citacije iz fantazija i stvarnosti:
Archimonde: "From this seal shall arise the doom of men, who, in their arrogance, sought to wield our fire as their own. Blindly they build their kingdoms upon stolen knowledge and conceit. Now they shall be consumed by the very flame they sought to control."
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Uther (prije smrti): "I dearly hope that there's a special place in hell waiting for you, Arthas."
Arthas: "We may never know, Uther. I intend to live forever."
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Thrall: "Isn't magic magic?"
Grom: "Yes and no. Sometimes the effect is the same. For instance, if a shaman was to summon lightning to strike his foes, they would be burned to death. If a warlock was to summon hell's flames against an enemy, they would be burned to death."
Thrall: "So magic is magic."
Grom: "But lightning is a natural phenomenon. You call it by requesting it. With hell's fire, you make a bargain. It costs a little of yourself."
Thrall: "But you said that the shamans were disappearing. Doesn't that mean that the warlocks way was better?"
Grom: "The warlock's way was quicker, more effective, or so it seemed. But there comes a time when a price must be paid, and sometimes, it is dear indeed."
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Drek'thar: "I can call the snows, and wind, and lightning. The trees may bend to me when I ask. The rivers may flow where I ask them to."
Thrall: "If your power is so great, then why do you continue to live in such a harsh place? If what you are saying is true, you could turn this barren mountaintop into a lush garden. Food would never be difficult to come by, your enemies would never find you."
Drek'thar (ljutito): "And I would violate the primary agreement with the elements, and nothing of nature would ever respond to me again! Do you understand nothing? Have the humans sunk their greedy talons in you so deeply that you cannot see what lies at the heart of a shaman's power? I am granted these things because I ask , with respect in my heart, and I am willing to offer something in return. I request only the barest needs for myself and my people. At times, I ask great things, but only when the cause is good and just and wholesome. In return, I thank these powers, knowing they are borrowed only, never bought. They come to me because they choose to, not because I demand it! These are not slaves, Thrall. They are powerful entities who come of their own free will, who are companions in my magic, not my servants. Pagh! You will never understand."
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Balašević-Znatel priču o Vasi Ladačkom?
I ja sam je tek onomad čuo...
Jednom devet dana nije,
izlazio iz birtije,
kažu da je bio cudna sorta...
Otac mu je bio sitni paor...
'Ranio je sedam gladnih usta...
Mati mu je bila plava,
sitna, nežna, jektičava.
Umrla je sa trideset i nešto...
Imali su par jutara zemlje...
Malu kucu na kraju sokaka...
na aštalu navek hleba
taman tolko kol'ko treba,
al' je Vasa hteo mnogo više...
Želeo je konje vrane, po livadi razigrane,
sat sa zlatnim lancem i salaše...
Želeo je njive plodne, vinograde blagorodne,
u karuce pregnute čilase,
ali nije mogo da ih ima...
Voleo je lepu, al' sirotu...
Uzo bi je samo da je znao.
voleš jednom u životu,
sad bogatu il' sirotu
to ne bira pamet nego srce...
Sve se nado da će ljubav proći...
Znavek je otiso iz sela...
Nikad nije piso nikom,
Venčao se sa miradzikom,
jedinicom, kčerkom nekog gazde...
Dobio je konje vrane, po livadi razigrane,
sat sa zlatnim lancem i salaše...
Dobio je njive plodne, vinograde blagorodne,
u karuce pregnute čilase,
Sve je imo ništa imo nije...
Propio se nije prošlo mnogo...
Dušu svoju đavolu je prodo...
Znali su ga svi birtaši,
tražio je spas u čaši,
ali nije mogo da ga nađe...
Mlad je kažu bio kad je umro...
Sred birtije od srčane kapi...
Klonula mu samo glava,
ko da drema, ko da spava...
I još pamte šta je zadnje reko:
Đaba bilo konja vranih, po livadi razigranih,
Đzaba bilo sata i salaša...
Đaba bilo njiva plodnih, vinograda blagorodnih,
Đaba bilo karuca, čilaša...
Kada nisam s onom koju volem,
kada nisam s onom koju volem...
Znate l' priču o Vasi Ladačkom?
I ja sam je tek onomad čuo...
Čak i oni slični njemu,
kada razmisle o svemu
kažu da je bio čudna... s-o-r-t-a....