"Is every third human in this galaxy named Solo?" Khalee Lah - Elaine Cunningham

Who knows? Is our fate written on the day of our birth, or do we choose our paths?” “You tell me.” “Neither,” the old woman said, “or perhaps both. The future is not ours to know.

Look at the sky. Does its sapphire hue dim when you take a single breath? Are the stars drawn closer when you weep? The sky cannot be diminished so. Thus it is with the spirit: it is a thing without beginning or end.

More things in this world have been accomplished in this world by persistence than by wisdom.