Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.
Oh yes, I have learned much from Tremorlor, and so assume a like strategy. Silence, a faint mocking smile suggesting I know more than I do, an air of mystery, yes, and fell knowledge. None could guess my confusion, my host of deluded illusions and elusive delusions!
Never, dear gods. Never mess with mortals.
The only death I fear is dying ignorant.
Your brain works with all the subtlety of a malicious child.
The only consistent narrative we possess is one that we share with every other life-form: we are born, we live, and then we die.