You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

The military preferred - invariably - those who could be readily defined, assigned roles, understood, and controlled.

We are the total of our longings.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there. Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die. Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die.

Ice is for death and endings.