To say you have no choice is a failure of imagination.
There’s a difference between killing an attacking enemy and watching a wounded one die.
There are two turns of phrase a Klingon never admits to knowing. Defeat, and farewell.
Sitting here, all these years, nursing my offended dignity, writing books of history people prefer to forget. I never asked anything of myself at all. I haven’t been living. I’ve been waiting to die.
Peace, love, friendship. These are precious, because we know they cannot endure.
Murder is not justice. There is no solace in revenge.
I have slaughtered countless enemies over the years and considered sending their heads to all of you. But I was advised that that was… passive-aggressive.
History’s darkest moments can be a tipping point for change.
Everyone is hiding something. Whether they know it or not.
Even in the darkest circumstances, there is a light. Sometimes only a glimmer. Trust that light. Find a way back. No matter what it takes.
Distance offers no protection from time.
Change always comes later than we think it should.