They’re so brave, " she said. "They’re all dead." "Only a coward would think of that, " she said scornfully.

Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It’s a look that no human eyes should ever have.

I'm the most important person in the lives of almost everyone I know and a good number of the people I've never even met.

When his dead father touched his hand, Athson almost dropped the arrow.

Now I know that, from this point on, we'll be the ones doing the chasing. And Iike it.

If we do not suffer a loss all the way to the end, it will wait for us. It won’t just dissipate and disappear. Rather, it will fester, and we will experience its sorrow later, in stranger forms.

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

I play the guitar. I taught myself how to play the guitar, which was a bad decision... because I didn't know how to play it, so I was a shitty teacher. I would never have went to me.

I'm crap at pretending to be something I'm not when I'm in my real life.

I like to think that I'm giving a voice to the silenced.

One finds life through conquering the fear of death within one's mind. Empty the mind of all forms of attachment, make a go-for-broke charge and conquer the opponent with one decisive slash.

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.