Then you must reconcile yourself to the fact that something is always hurt by any change. If you do this, you will not be hurt yourself.

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.

That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.

I walked among Shadows, and found a race of furry creatures, dark and clawed and fanged, reasonably manlike, and about as intelligent as a freshman in the high school of your choice-sorry, kids, but what I mean is they were loyal, devoted, honest, and too easily screwed by bastards like me and my brother. I felt like the dee-jay of your choice.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

I would never rest until I held vengeance and the throne within my hand, and good night sweet prince to anybody who stood between me and these things.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.