Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.
Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
How long had he been doing what was necessary instead of what was right? In a fair world they would be one and the same.
Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.
Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.
I think that quite often you can only find a choice between bad and worse. But I think it's worth making the effort, and I like to expose my characters to that sort of situation.