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

All we can do is try not to fall.

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.

What was my truth worth, if I was prepared to defend the entire world, but not those who were close to me? If I subdued hate, but wouldn't give love a chance?

Generally speaking, we can and should say everything. We just have to choose the right time, otherwise the truth can be worse than a lie.

Life consists of nothing but exceptions.

When there are strange things going on all around, every coincidence should be considered very carefully.