Only If You Are Afraid Of Looking

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

When Someone Refuses To Tell Me A Certain Piece Of Information, It Only Makes Me That Much More Determined To Find Out The Truth. I Hate Being Ignorant. For Me, A Question Unanswered Is Like A Thorn In My Side

When You Can Have Anything You Want By Uttering A Few Words, The Goal Matters Not, Only The Journey To It.

The Monsters Of The Mind Are Far Worse Than Those That Actually Exist.

I Have A New Name For Pain. What's That? The Obliterator. Because When You're In Pain, Nothing Else Can Exist. Not Thought. Not Emotion. Only The Drive To Escape The Pain. When It's Strong Enough, The Obliterator Strips Us Of Everything That Makes Us Who We Are, Until We're Reduced To Creatures Less Than Animals, Creatures With A Single Desire And Goal: Escape. A Good Name, Then.