The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.

Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.

I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they prize it above all things--all things!--but only so long as it remains invisible.

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.

I tell you, guilt dwells nowhere but in the eyes of the accuser. This men know even as they deny it, which is why they so often make murder their absolution. The truth of crime lies not with the victim but with the witness.

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