All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

A nervous silence loosens tongues

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

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.

For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

One must gauge one's trust carefully.

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