I’ve been thinking about it, since you said it, ” said Seivarden. No, said Mercy of Kalr. “And I’ve concluded that I don’t want to be a captain. But I find I like the thought that I could be.

The point is, there is no point. Choose your own!

Worth of life depends on how much love you invested in it.

I can no longer trust in this loveIt has fallen like the saints aboveAll because of your sweet liesYou sang them like a lullaby"Phoenix

The most painful moral struggles are not those between good and evil, but between the good and the lesser good.

Opportunity is the great bawd.

Optimism....is neither weak nor naive. It can be tough and pure and earned just as clearly as any brooding existential despair.

A self-conscious society will therefore endeavor to limit sect forming by providing for the widest possible diffusion of secular knowledge.

I am the type of artist where you can't tell me anything. I have always been that way. I am right. I don't need any input.

If each of my words were a drop of water, you would see through them and glimpse what I feel: gratitude, acknowledgement.

It's not so simple to just stay in the moment and trust your game and your strength that you can turn it around.