I'm Honest. It's The World That's Awful.

Robert Was Never The Same After He Put On That Crown. Some Men Are Like Swords, Made For Fighting. Hang Them Up And They Go To Rust.

Do You Want To Die Old And Craven In Your Bed?- How Else? Though Not Till I'm Done Reading.

Irri And Jhiqui Argued About Rakharo. “you Are Too Skinny For Him,” Jhiqui Was Saying. “you Are Almost A Boy. Rakharo Does Not Bed With Boys. This Is Known.” Irri Bristled Back. “it Is Known That You Are Almost A Cow. Rakharo Does Not Bed With Cows.

You Kill Men For The Wrongs They Have Done, Not The Wrongs That They May Do Someday.

We Know Truth For The Cruel Instrument It Is. Beauty Is Infinitely Preferable To Truth.