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

And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

Genius requires an audience.

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.