Even a thief may have honor, and even a jinni may have a heart.

If it's a monster they want, then a monster they shall have.

This has been the great lesson of my long life: To love is to destroy.

The universe sings a deep, eternal song, sound in waves, in deep sighs, in whispers, in swirling chords and rising, falling tones. The music of the worlds, weaving in a pattern that is both chaos and order, both beauty and terror, without beginning, without end.

If you're not free to love, your're not free at all.

Find me, my thief.