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

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

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

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

I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

One must gauge one's trust carefully.