The world is one great web, and a man dare not touch a single strand lest all the others tremble.
The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother’s milk. Darkness will make you strong.
The past remains the past. We can learn from it, but we cannot change it.
The most insidious thing about bondage was how easy it was to grow accustomed to it.
The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish.
Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
Prophecy is like a half-trained mule. It looks as though it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head.
No man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise.
Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths.
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come.
Men are men, vows are words, and words are wind.
If there are gods to listen, they are monstrous gods who torment us for their sport. Who else would make a world like this, so full of bondage, blood, and pain?
