I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

In youth,' he said, speaking as if from a great distance, 'we believe, and the death of belief forces us to disavow all belief. But that disavowal, time softens, and if we do not believe, we hope. Belief is easier to kill, somehow, and its death easier to bear.

The truth was only another mask, even if it was the best fit, the closest to skin and all that lay beneath

Success and failure are two edges of the same blade, two sides of the same coin. To fear one is to forever deny the possibility of the other.

The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.

Is there anyone’s life story you don’t want to know?” “Not really.” His expression was unexpectedly serious. “Because people make a story of their lives. Gains, losses, tragedy and triumph—you can tell a lot about someone simply by what they put into each category. You can learn a lot about what you put into each category by your reaction to them. They teach you about yourself without ever intending to do it—and they teach you a lot about life.