We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.