We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.

What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?

Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.

Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

Wars come and go; politics endure.