In a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.

Belief and order give strength. Have to clear rubble before you can build.

There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.

It was easier to be brave when someone needed your protection.

And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be beorn among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time without end. His coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning our lives in furrows form out of the places where we lie in our silence. The breaker of binds; the forger of chains. The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny. -from Commentaries on the Prophecies of the Dragon, by Jurith Dorine, Right Hand to the Queen of Almoren, 742 AB, the Third Age

Never kiss a girl whose brothers have knife scars.

I do not like odd things until I can understand them.