You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.
Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.
You don't bite the women of other males.
I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.
Names are not important. It's what lies inside of you that matters.
What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?