I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.
There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.
No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.
Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round.
I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.
The notion of evil for its own sake strikes me as boring -- all these Dark Lords intent on creating wastelands packed with enslaved victims... for what?