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

I was needed, but I myself did not need. I had followers, but not allies, and only now do I understand the difference. And it is vast.

You always fashioned yourself as the Empire's harshest Fist, didn't you, Korbolo Dom? As if cruelty's a virtue.

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.

I love you still, but with your death I succumbed to a kind of infatuation. I convinced myself that what you and I had, so very briefly, was of far vaster and deeper import than it truly was. Of all the weapons we chose to turn upon ourselves, guilt is the sharpest, Silverfox. It can carve one's own past into unrecognizable shapes, false memories leading to beliefs that sow all kinds of obsessions.

War has its necessities...and I have always understood that. Always known the cost. But, this day, by my own hand, I have realized something else. War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one. With its rules, we willingly yield our humanity. Speak not of just causes, worthy goals. We are takers of life.

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