Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
Time is that quality of nature which keeps events from happening all at once. Lately it doesn't seem to be working.
He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too.
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.