Find me, my thief.

For the last few centuries, these jeweled fruits have been my constant and sole companions. The greatest treasure in all the world, as comfortless as light to the blind.

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

I've been chased, shot, cut, beaten, and dragged a hundred leagues in the blink of an eye. I need a drink.

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.

We mourn what has been lost, and tomorrow, we rise.

You've ruled before, so tell me, does it get easier?""No, but you get stronger.

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

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