Genius requires an audience.

All knowledge is worth having

A nervous silence loosens tongues

Wars come and go; politics endure.

What is fear but courage's shadow?

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

For every victory there is a price.

Those that yield are not always weak

Spontaneity is the province of youth

That which yields is not always weak.

One must gauge one's trust carefully.

My lord. It is too much, and not enough

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.

I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

There is no folly like the folly of the wise.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

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

Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

Clearly, I'm drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

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

There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence

When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting

And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.

It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.

Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

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

Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.

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

But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

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