You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)

You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)

Whatever my ancestors did to you, none of them consulted me.

She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.

You are only a prisoner when you surrender.

Has everyone gone mad?” “Everyone was mad already, my lady,” Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. “It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.

Sleep. To lie down and shut out the noise, the fear, the unceasing misery.