You can't grow if you're constantly defined by this collection of frozen moments that you keep returning to. And if you can't grow, you're not alive.

When you're in a dark place, and your light is going to run out before too long, you get on with things. It's a wonder to me how few people apply that same logic to their lives.

Hold to a thing long enough, a secret, a desire, maybe a lie, and it will shape you.

You soon learn there’s no elegance or dignity in death if you spend time in the castle kitchens. You learn how ugly it is, and how good it tastes.

Running ain't no bad thing. Leastways if you run in the right direction.

There's a slope down toward evil, a gentle gradient that can be ignored at each step, unfelt. It's not until you look back, see the distant heights where you once lived, that you understand your journey.

No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.