Give A Thing A Name And It

If A Man Paints A Target On His Chest, He Should Expect That Sooner Or Later Someone Will Loose An Arrow On Him.

A Man Who Hates Music Can’t Be Trusted, I Always Say.

Life Is Not A Song, Sweetling. Someday You May Learn That, To Your Sorrow.

I Thought My Song Was Beginning That Day, But It Was Almost Done.

If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us When We Leave A Room, Surely Something Of Our Souls Must Remain When We Leave This Life?" - Qyburn