Hmm... That's like telling you about the cold of space, or terror of midnight. Sithis is all those things. He is... the Void.

No poet or orator has ever existed who believed there was any better than himself.

No sane man will dance.

Freedom suppressed and again regained bites with keener fangs than freedom never endangered.

There is no one so old as to not think they may live a day longer.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

What is there that is illustrious that is not also attended by labor?