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.

An introverted, bookish child, with a mass of complexes and her head full of crazy ideals and a childish faith in the beautiful prince who was searching for and would surely find her.

If age teaches you anything, then one of its lessons is certainly not to hurry if you're already late.

Ill-considered but well-intentioned actions do more good that actions that are well-considered but cruel.

Love is happiness, but only when you believe it will last forever. Even though every time it turns out to be a lie, it’s only faith that gives love its strength and its joy.

Life consists of nothing but exceptions.

That's the hardest thing of all--never to become cynical, never to lose faith, never to become indifferent.