There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.

Oh, and the easiest way to make someone furious is to tell her to calm down.

Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.

I'm perfectly capable of being stupid on my own.

The ox feels the yoke, but does the bird feel the weight of its wings?

Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.

Anything worth doing always starts as a bad idea.