Life is meaningless, when we take a life we take nothing of value.

How can one love the light and live in darkness?

Put on some armor. Just remember what's armor and what's you, so when it's time to take it off, you can.

Why did women always believe that talking about a problem would fix it? Some issues were corpses. Hot air made them fester and rot and spread their disease to everything else. Better to bury it and move on.

The truth was, Azoth hated Azoth. Azoth was a coward, passive, weak, afraid, disloyal. Azoth had hesitated. Master Blint didn’t know it, but the poisons on the needle had killed Azoth. He was Kylar now, and Kylar would be everything Azoth hadn’t dared to be.

There was a nice dilemma. How does one interject into a polite conversation, "By the way, in case you're ever interested, I do have a penise."?

My question is, do you believe in an evil possessed of its own purity? or does every act intend some good?