Sometimes, as much as writing saves one’s own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another’s. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.

Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you'd end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That's how these things always end up, isn't it?

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.

Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.

And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.

It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away.