Life itself is dispare, so we must make darkness our ally

On his brow a leaf of oaken, Cangeling child shall be his fate. Understanding words strange spoken, Chased by anger, fear, and hate.

...man will try to guard his faith more preciously even than his gold.

I wish the battles of men could be solved in their heads.

Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.

I must try to remember that a boy's heart is not a man's, and perhaps a teacher must learn from his pupil, too, eh?

Not stories told by wolf or man to frighten children, of Wolfbane and of werewolves, of grasht and goblins and of silly vampires, fables to frighten cowards with the threat of evil and of sin. But the power that lives beyond those stories, and makes them strong indeed, that lives in nightmares and in sleep. That is ribbed into the very fabric of conscious being. The power of love and hate.