When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

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

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

What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

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

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion