Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.
Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.
Don't let me outlive this woman. Don't let me exist one moment without her.
Some of us weren't born for rewards, Froi. We were born for sacrifices.
Quintana of Charyn's body was a map of hatred.
It's my birthday today. I'm not 17 anymore. The 17 Janis Ian sang about where one learns the truth. But what she failed to mention is that you keep on learning truths after 17 and I want to keep on learning truths till the day I die.