Evil has no need to bother with eliminating Good. It's far simpler to let Good fight against itself.

This was how you wound up in the Inquisition. When you stopped being able to see any difference between Light Ones and Dark Ones. When for you, people weren't even a flock of sheep, but just a handful of spiders in a glass jar. When you stopped believing in the future, and all you wanted to do was preserve the status quo. For yourself. For those few individuals who were still dear to you.

There are far more reasons for death than there are for life.

If you have love in you, it's a strength. But if you are in love, it's a weakness.

All we can do is try not to fall.

We are our own gods and our own demons.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.