Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

One must gauge one's trust carefully.

Everything changed for Simon Falke the first time he fell through the fire.

If ever two were one then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife then thee.

The major motivation theories by which most men live can lead them only to depression and cynicism.

It is much more fun to write about villains then heroes. The villains are the ones that think out the scheme, and the heroes just kind of come along for the ride.

Words - as I speak or write them - make a path on which I walk.

Men do not fail; they give up trying.

In Canada an ordinary New England house would be mistaken for the château, and while every village here contains at least severalgentlemen or "squires," there is but one to a seigniory.

Those who never retract their opinions love themselves more than they love the truth.

Here is a bold embrace of internationalism. Let's join the rest of the world and go metric.

You play the one song that people want to hear the most every night, and for every audience that's a special thing. And usually that translates back to you.