Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars

All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.