The antithesis of myself. No fervor in him, no greed for life, only his ruthless craving to possess, which… — Tanith Lee

The plague came to be called Yellow Mantle. Men must name everything, as if, by giving it a name, they will decrease the nameless horror they experience.

Power is the wine after which all other wine is mud.

Destiny or gods or fortune—whatever one is pleased or innocent enough to call them—they seal men to their decree.