Betrayal was the greatest of all crimes, for it took all that was human within a person and made it a thing of pain. In the face of that, murder itself was surcease: it was quick, and it ended the anguish and despair of a life without hope.

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

The heart of wisdom is tolerance.

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

Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.

You must dismantle your sources, lest you do nothing but ape the prejudices of others

Detachment is a flaw, not a virtue-don’t you realize that?