She floated across the boundary of realms, nothing more than a human shell. She existed but only as a shadow of who she once was.

Blood always weighed the heaviest when it belonged to someone else.

He felt the imaginary weight of shackles press against his soul. He bound himself to her once more.

The sudden pounding in her chest, the trembling of her hands, the inflation of her lungs. It was exactly like being alive. It was reanimating the dead.

If they had met on different grounds, he may have been able to help her. Now all he could do was hope they reached the end with as little blood shed as possible.

I have always wanted to leave the village and seek adventure. I long to be remembered for something, even if that something is merely the pursuit of my dreams.

Courage is the footstool of the Virtues upon which they stand.

Heroes take journeys confront dragons and discover the treasure of their true selves.

Next in importance to having a good aim is to recognize when to pull the trigger.

Some allies are more dangerous than enemies.

If you have more money than you need, you have to give it away. It's a duty. I get to choose whom to sponsor, and I like to give to the areas that I know something about.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?

Being single doesn't mean your weak. It means your strong enough to wait for what you deserve.

I think that presidents don't give up power that has accrued to them by the precedent of previous presidents. Even when they say they would like to, I think once they get there they don't give it up.