I Think Given The Choice Between Loving

We Follow The Codes Not Because They Bring Gain, But Because We Loathe The People We Would Otherwise Become.

This World, It Is A Tempest Sometimes. But Remember, The Sun Always Rises Again.

A Story Doesn't Live Until It Is Imagined In Someone's Mind.

Those Candle Flames Were Like The Lives Of Men. So Fragile. So Deadly. Left Alone, They Lit And Warmed. Let Run Rampant, They Would Destroy The Very Things They Were Meant To Illuminate. Embryonic Bonfires, Each Bearing A Seed Of Destruction So Potent It Could Tumble Cities And Dash Kings To Their Knees.

You're A Mean Old Man, Your Grace." "and That Is The Way It Should Be." Roial Informed. "mean Young Men Are Trivial, And Kindly Old Men Boring. Here, Let Me Get Us Something To Drink.