I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Any view of things that is not strange, is false.

He goes his way. We travel a spiral. The quickest way is sometimes the longest.

It goes without saying that all of the people, living, dead, and otherwise, in this story are fictional or used in a fictional context. Only the gods are real.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

They also held that the way to salvation was to give way to lust and temptation in all things. And no greater percentage of them turned up here than of any other religion. Amusing, isn't it?

Loyalty was a great thing, but no lieutenants should be forced to choose between their leader and a circus with elephants.