I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.

Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.

Feel free to scream, whisper, and everything in between. I want to hear it all.

Til shade is gone, til water is goneInto the shadow with teeth baredScreaming defiance with the last breathTo spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.

The horses have stoppedtheir clippity-clop, but feet are too slowfor where I must go.So here I shall stayuntil light of daywhen clippity-clopgets my team underway.

Folks in Irihs might not be as welcoming as they were here. Resentment lingers.''So we're going to be in danger.''No more than any other day of your life.

He looked like the sort of person who would tell you that he did not have an umbrella to lend you when he actually had several and simply wanted to see you get soaked.

The goal of education is not to increase the amount of knowledge but to create the possibilities for a child to invent and discover, to create men who are capable of doing new things.

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

The state spends much time and effort persuading the public that it is not really what it is and that the consequences of its actions are positive rather than negative.

When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us.

Sutton's dead. Tell no one. Keep playing along... or you're next.

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