Evil is nothing but a word, an objectification where no objectification is necessary. Cast aside this notion of some external agency as the source of inconceivable inhumanity - the sad truth is our possession of an innate proclivity towards indifference, towards deliberate denial of mercy, towards disengaging all that is moral within us. But if that is too dire , let's call it evil. And paint it with fire and venom.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

Curious,” Bauchelain said. “What is it you wish us to do for you?” “Usurp the king,” Imid Factalo said. “Usurp, as in depose.” “Right.” “Depose, as in remove.” “Yes.” “Remove, as in kill.

Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.

Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.

You must dismantle your sources, lest you do nothing but ape the prejudices of others

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.