Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.

The purpose of debates is to explore issues, not end them.

If you look at any ancient civilization, they've all used fantasy stories to train the young.

Men don't change. They just learn to disguise the lack of change.

I would have offered you a forest of truth, but you wish to speak of a single leaf

Do not speak badly of yourself, for the warrior that is inside you hears your words and is lessened by them.

There is a darkness in you. In all of us, probably. Beasts we keep chained. Ordinary men have to keep the chains strong, for if we let the beast loose then society will turn upon us with fiery vengeance. Kings though...well, who is there to turn upon them? So the chains are made of straw. It is the curse of kings, Helikaon, that they can become monsters. And they invariably do.