I loved you before that. I love you now. I’m just an unconscionable bastard, and I used you, that’s all. Now… — Stephen Donaldson

Dreaming is like—it’s like being a slave. Your dreams come out of all the parts of you that you don’t have any control over.

War puts burdens on people without caring whether they are ready for them or not.

I would say that happiness lies in serving the Land. And I would say that there is no happiness in times of war.