"Oh," the figure settled back down, "those reasons. Well, yes. Clever, even. But still profoundly stupid." - Steven Erikson

the failure of hope has a name: it is called suffering.

Just so. And wonder, my friend, is the intellect’s most feared foe. Its path is love, and love is the language of humility. The rational mind would stand over it with a bloodstained sword, and in the empty bleakness of its eyes you will see its triumph.

"I mean the only thing us dead soldiers got in common is that none of us was good enough or lucky enough to survive the fight. We're a host of failures."