Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.
There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence
There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.
Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.