The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

I Hear Seven Cities Natives Grow Fruit Just So They Can Eat The Larvae In Them.

Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

What Matter The Colour Of The Collar Around A Man's Neck, If The Chains Linked To Them Were Identical?

Do Mortal Fools Still Measure The Increments Leading To Their Deaths, Wagering Pleasures Against Costs, Persisting In The Delusion That Deeds Have Value, That The World And All The Gods Sit In Judgment Over Every Decision Made Or Not Made?

"every Decision You Make Can Change The World. The Best Life Is The One The Gods Don't Notice. You Want To Live Free, Boy, Live Quietly." "i Want To Be A Soldier. A Hero." "you'll Grow Out Of It."