What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
"Definitely, attention equals pressure, but everything, everything is still so new to me that I’m enjoying jumping on this bandwagon early and seeing how I respond to it. If you spend too much time wondering what you’re going to feel like in year five, you’re not going to feel anything in year one."