To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

The world is only as deep as we can see. This is why fools think themselves profound. This is why terror is the passion of revelation.

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

He had despised the sorcerer, thinking him one of those mewling souls who forever groaned beneath burdens of their own manufacture.

Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.

Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.

Sometimes the Nonman would climb upon some wild pulpit, the mossed remains of a fallen tree, the humped back of a boulder, and paint wonders with his dark voice. Wonders and horrors both.