Everybody needs love. Everybody. Those who don't believe that frighten me a little.

If the errors of my life have profited me one great truth it is this: believe. Believe in your destiny and the star from which it shines. Believe you have been sent from God as an arrow pulled from his own bow. It is the single universal trait which the great of this earth have all shared, while the shadows are fraught with ghosts who roam the winds with mournful wails of regret on their lips. Believe as if your life depended upon it, for indeed it does.

Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.

I'm a humble guy, okay?

We can only lose what we have first claimed.

It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.

We cannot enslave others without enslaving a part of ourselves.