Hell is a word men use in place of fear.

It is easy to mistake fleeing for traveling. There are many among us who would prefer to run no longer.

When you cannot have a thing, sometimes you hunger for it anyway. The closeness of it, the taste of it, the feel of its heat. It is a pale reflection of the truth, but a reflection is better than darkness.

Not all can be so brave, and if you expect them to be, they will fail you again and again.

Freedom is... it’s like a mountain. Impossibly high, impossibly steep.

There are those who wish to possess love utterly, to own it not just for themselves, but for all. Do you know how they possess it, Heloise? They own it by defining it. They say ‘love is this’ and ‘love is that’ and when others say it is something else, they imprison them, or flog them. Sometimes they kill them. My love was a thing outside the circle they had drawn.

Fear is a deadly thing, Heloise. It can drain a person of all their strength, make them weak before their enemies.

You have the heart of a Palantine,” Samson said. “And the bladder of an old man.

That love is worth it. It is worth any hardship, it is worth illness. It is worth injury. It is worth isolation. It is even worth death. For life without love is only a shadow of life.

There are those who wish to possess love utterly, to own it not just for themselves, but for all. Do you know how they possess it, Heloise? They own it by defining it. They say 'love is this' and 'love is that' and when others say it is something else, they imprison them, or flog them. Sometimes they kill them. My love was a thing outside the circle they had drawn.