I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took your little circle of loneliness with you.

I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one.

There are few men more superstitious than soldiers. They are, after all, the men who live closest to death.

The gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage.