We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.

You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are.

It's shame that lines my pockets, shame that keeps the Barrel teeming with fools ready to put on a mask just so they can have what they want with no one the wiser for it. We can endure all kinds of pain. It's shame that eats men whole.

It’s good to feel foolish sometimes, Fjerdan.”“You only say that because you have no shame.

You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are.