The grape of truth is often bitter, but not to taste it in its season would be to waste the vine. — Tanith Lee

The antithesis of myself. No fervor in him, no greed for life, only his ruthless craving to possess, which took no pleasure in possession.

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.