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.

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

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

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.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?