“All my life,” I said, “knowledge has come to me for which I was not ready.” — Tanith Lee

“When will they fight?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. Daybreak. It is man’s work.”

I laughed. “I too have fought and killed, Kotta. It is the work of fools, not men.”

It’s legend now, but legend is the smoke from the fire, and the wood that the fire consumes is the substance.

I do not know why it distressed me so much to see an animal die when human death did not move me. Perhaps because they were more beautiful, and there is no corruption in them, while in the best of men there can always be found some guilt or wickedness which seems to have earned him death.