Anil

“This wasn't in the histories", Raistlin murmured to himself, staring down at the little wretched bodies, his brow furrowed. His eyes flashed. "Perhaps", he breathed, "this means time has already been altered?"
For long moments he sat there, pondering. Then suddenly he understood.
None saw Raistlin's face, hidden as it was by his hood, or they would have noted a swift, sudden spasm of sorrow and anger pass across it.
"No," he said to himself bitterly, "the pitiful sacrifice of these poor creatures was left out of the histories not because it did not happen. It was left out simply because-"
He paused, staring grimly down at the small, broken bodies. "No one cared...”
― Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman, War of the Twins

“You cannot hide from danger. Death floats on the air, creeps through the window, comes with the handshake of a stranger. If we stop living because we fear death, then we have already died.

-Raistlin Majere”
― Margaret Weis, The Soulforge

“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.”
― Rumi

“The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close