The heart of wisdom is tolerance.

Fear bespeaks of wisdom. Recognition of responsibility.

One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.

Believe it or not, friendships are difficult to write in fiction. They can easily come across as forced, particularly if they involve too much explication and too many overt gestures of affection.

I mean the only thing us dead soldiers got in common is that none of us was good enough or lucky enough to survive the fight. We're a host of failures.

And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

It is one thing to lead by example with half a dozen soldiers at your back. It is wholly another with ten thousand.