There are no victims, now. While we survive, for as long as we love, our future is yet to be written.

There’s a choice?””Always. It’s the outcome that sadly limits things.

An illusion threatens no one with harm. Neither can it be dispelled by armed force.

But hope always kindles through striving.

A man wreaks harm because he forgets to love peace. He kills because of self-blinded fear, that imagines no other protection.

Loyalty,” he stated, ineffably gentle. “A quality honoured by sages and fools, by which humankind finds the courage to trample the reflex for self-preservation.

How often ignorance stings less than knowledge.

What is a flaw but a human mistake, or an ignorance that sees without options?

Speak for yourself. Only rank ignorance measures a man by appearances.

Some gifts of friendship cannot be earned. They exist, beyond price, and we cannot hope to match up to them.

Doubt packs more damage, kept secret.

There are many reasons to avoid taking risks. Friendship is not among them.

Because you’ve survived, there is a next strategy.

Mage-taught wisdom reproached him: any gift of power was two-edged.

Never get old. It’s a ridiculously uncomfortable process Ath Creator should be made to find a cure for.

You can’t let your past write the future

Show me a hero and I’ll show you a man enslaved by his competence.

You cannot trust yourself,’ she agreed, bed-rock calm. ‘Therefore, let go. Seize life and place trust in me.

There’s an alternate view. That no man or woman alive is the disempowered victim of another’s degrading circumstance. Each is equipped to pursue their own fate. No one needs saving.

This is my present, also yours, free to choose. I am here at your side, alive, and no ghost. Let beauty and care forge the weapons tonight.

You don’t have to like a man to respect him.

But a parcel of walled soil does not make the heart of a ruler or define the nobility of a people!

You are not mine to command. But the choice to kill always means closing the mind to the chance of a living alternative.

How much suffering did you lay on yourself before you awakened and recognized that guilt is deadly, and empty, and profitless?

Against such odds, I will stand or fall! Whether or not I can rise to surmount the trials before me, I plan to step forward and fight.

Hate has no ears.

You know, that’s the trouble with drinking. Come the morning, you can never remember their names.