Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.

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

There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence

For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

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