Only insofar as you enjoy being sorry, my dear, which, while it is a considerable amount, occurs only after the fact, thus making it a singularly ineffective deterrent, yes?

We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

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.

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.