Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.

I wanted a literate, socially intricate, and cosmopolitan world - something I could have fun destroying.

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

What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

A beggar's mistake harms no one but the beggar. A king's mistake, however, harms everyone but the king. Too often, the measure of power lies not in the number who obey your will, but in the number who suffer your stupidity.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.