I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.
...and an edge that could cut a truth from a lie.
Assassination is murder with a touch more precision. Brother Sim is precise.
Sometimes the only option is to raise the stakes, to throw yourself the other way, to force your opponent further down the path they've chosen, further than they might want to go.
It is purity of spirit that will keep corruption from the flesh
You can win the victories you seek, Jorg. But only if you find better reasons to want them.
There is, in the act of destruction, a beauty which we try to deny, and a joy which we cannot. Children build to knock down, and though we may grow around it, that need runs in us, deeper than our blo...
At the dockside I was pleasantly surprised to find the North wasn't all hairy men in animal skins. There was also hairy women in animal skins.
We’re built of contradictions, all of us. It’s those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. Give me a man whose parts are all aligned in agreement and I’ll...
The road forgets. Make your life a journey, keep moving toward what you want, leave behind anything that's too heavy to carry.
Pain can stay the same while you change around it. And, like a thumb of constant size, what it blocks out depends on how close it gets to you. At arm’s length a thumb obscures a small fragment of the...
We’re built of contradictions, all of us. It’s those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next.
In hospital they ask you to rate your discomfort on a scale of ten. I guess it’s the best they can come up with, but it fails to capture the nature of the beast. Pain can stay the same while you chang...