Right and wrong were shades of meaning, not sides of a coin.
The only time I see the truth is when I cross my eyes.
I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.
We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.
Things which do not grow and change are dead things.
Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.