Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

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

Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire