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

There is not a man born among us who dreams—at first—of service, although in the end, many are bent that way.

Not all of our heartless plans work as we intend; nor do all of our good intentions. We are where we are, and we can rarely predict where we will go, no matter how firm our beliefs.

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

The gods where like the weather; sometimes good, sometimes bad, and either way, always beyond her.

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

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.