Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.

The meaning of life, Nikodemos, is to live life with meaning. The purpose of life is merely to live it, perhaps to give it.

Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.

Time is so...fluid where I live

If you want to write something completely unique, you will probably fail or at best write something without redeeming value. The mind works in certain patterns: the mind organizes facts in story form; it is your commonality with that body of human thought that makes a good book, not its estrangement from the common values that humans share.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.