It makes sense for people who are good at fighting to go out and do it-because if they're good at it, that means the fewest number of other people die.

You jackass. We're all going to die here. You know that, right?' Harrier said. Yeah," Eugens said shakily. '...Guess I might as well die here with you as out on the desert with a bunch of other jackasses.

If you would rise, do so alone.

The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

Adventure, yeah. I guess that's what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

...Though drowned was just as dead as any other way of dying.