I won't go back and live in the sea again.
Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.
The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.
For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.
Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.
If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?