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

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

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.

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

He was not a modest man. Contemplating suicide, he summoned a dragon.' Gothos' Folly

First in , Last out. Motto of the bridgeburners

The only death I fear is dying ignorant.