I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.

What one person does, several people usually consider.

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

The only way I can protect him now is to make sure he never understands how easy killing can become.

Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.