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.

If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we're still reacting to things that don't exist anymore.

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.

You'll be with me, won't you?" "indeed." "Then what could go wrong?" Lord Sanabalis visibly grimaced. "You clearly do not believe in angry gods.

Generally, I like to appear smart. I don't admit being stupid when there's any hope I'm not.

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

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.