Rely not upon conscience,’ Feren said, hearing the bitterness in her own voice and not caring. ‘It ever kneels to necessity. - Steven Erikson

"Tattersail smiled. "The only death I fear is dying ignorant.

So you say, with your shiny hair and pouty lips - and those breasts - just wait till you start dropping whelps, they'll be at your ankles one day, big as they are - not the whelps, the breasts. The whelps will be in your hair - no, not the shiny hair on your head, well, yes, that hair, but only as a manner of speech.

the more intelligent and perceptive the individual, the less happy they generally are. The cost of seeing things as they are, I expect.