When you are in a room with Kurtis, whether its one or a hundred he is the only person that matters.

Have you ever wronged a man . . . just to do him harm? Or have you always had a reason?__aspar answered quickly. __here was always a reason.___here you have it,_ said Samas as he sat down. He motioned for Kaspar to fetch over a cup of water for him. __ou would never look at yourself as __vil_ no matter what the other fellow thought of what you did. It__ in our nature. And that__ the great secret of evil. It is never viewed as evil by those who perpetrate the evil.

The tyrant is a child of PrideWho drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity,Until from his high crest headlongHe plummets to the dust of hope.

...knew the futility of agonizing over why things had transpired as they had. What could have happened, did.

Many writers make the mistake of making their readers appear like Lazarus, without any iota of care, throwing down books to readers to crunch as if they are dogs.

[L]ife is a phenomenon in need of criticism, for we are, as fallen creatures, in permanent danger of worshipping false gods, of failing to understand ourselves and misinterpreting the behaviour of others, of growing unproductively anxious or desirous, and of losing ourselves to vanity and error. Surreptitiously and beguilingly, then, with humour or gravity, works of art--novels, poems, plays, paintings or films--can function as vehicles to explain our condition to us. They may act as guides to a truer, more judicious, more intelligent understanding of the world.