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

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

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

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

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.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

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