Truth, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder.

Hope is often bitter, but it drives us, and we cling.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over.

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

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.

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