When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods' gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

Honor is what you know about yourself.

I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I don't dare stop.

When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. When you desire a consequence you had damned well better take the action that would create it.

Most people go through their whole lives without killing anybody. False argument.