Everyone makes mistakes. How a person deals with their mistakes is a mark of their character.

Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.

No amount of telling is worth doing it once.

Do you hate me because I have magic?" "Of course not." "Do you love me despite my magic?" He thought a minute. "No. I love everything about you, and your magic is part of you. That was how I got past the Confessor's magic. If I had loved you despite your power, I wouldn't have been accepting you for who you are. Your magic would have destroyed me.

Reality is irrelevant; Perception is everything.

I am dead. Only vengeance can restore me! Only victory can return my life to me!

I don't think I could have written what I did any earlier.