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

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

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

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

There are those who hold that there is a pattern to all that is said and done in this world, that no thing happens without reason nor out of time. As to that, I cannot speak, for I have seen too many threads cut short to believe it, but of a surety, I have seen too the weft of my fate shuttled on the loom. If there is a pattern, I do not think there is anyone among us who can stand at a great enough distance to discern it; yet I will not say that it is not so.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

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