Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.

All knowledge is worth having

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