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

You’re loitering, citizen.” “Actually, I was hesitating.

When you've burned the bridges behind you, don't go starting a fire on the one in front of you.

I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.

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

All they get around here is stories. Stories don't make you bleed. Stories don't make you go hungry, don't give you sore feet. When you're young smelling of pigshit and convinced there ain't a weapon in all the damn world that's going to hurt you, all stories do is make you want to be part of them.

Never, dear gods. Never mess with mortals.