When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

When you've succeeded, you'd say:'Indeed I'd to go through those hell before fit into all of this happiness.

Make a pledge to yourself right now, to declare that you are worth your time and energy.

Others are not born bad or good... and neither are people, by the way.

Rincewind stared, and knew that there were far worse things than Evil. All the demons in Hell would torture your very soul, but that was precisely because they valued souls very highly; evil would always try to steal the universe, but at least it considered the universe worth stealing. But the gray world behind those empty eyes would trample and destroy without even according its victims the dignity of hatred. It wouldn't even notice them.

I did not have all the answers. I did not know if I__ deserved God__ grace or wrath, or what would become of me if I ever fled this town.But I did know how to shoot a gun. - Skylla Warden