A nervous silence loosens tongues

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

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Genius requires an audience.

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

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

It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.