All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.

We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And, indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again." ~Fiddler, pg. 558

No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.

Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.

The lesson of history is that no one learns.

Ah, Fist, it’s the curse of history that those who should read them, never do.