All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

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

What is fear but courage's shadow?

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing