when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us

Perhaps this is the only real evil left.

The greatest create of power you have on earth, whether you are an angel, a spirit, a man or woman or child is to help others.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?

Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we'll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.

Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.

I'm fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on...