Every descent into ruin begins with forgetting who we are.

Love is timeless, as are its letters

Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?

For dust we are, and to dust we return.

We are not meant to crave the king’s delicacies, but to crave understanding.

I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has been writing itself over and over again—one story. The story of good and evil.”