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

Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.

This is the problem of all great revelations: their significance so often exceeds the frame of our comprehension. We understand only after, always after. Not simply when it is too late, but precisely because it is too late.

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

If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.

The bondage we are born into is the bondage we cannot see. Verily, freedom is little more than the ignorance of tyranny. Live long enough, and you will see: Men resent not the whip so much as the hand that wields it.

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.