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

For every victory there is a price.

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

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower