“I steal into their dreams," he said. "I steal into their most shameful thoughts, I'm in every shiver, every spasm of their souls, I steal into their hearts, I scrutinize their most fundamental beliefs, I scan their irrational impulses, their unspeakable emotions, I sleep in their lungs during the summer and their muscles during the winter, and all of this I do without the least effort, without intending to, without asking or seeking it out, without constraints, driven only by love and devotion.”
“I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.”
“I only know that you are the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the ache in my soul, and without you, I am empty.”
“Where's the sense in stealing, without the grace to be it?”
“I urge you all today, especially today during these times of chaos and war, to love yourself without reservations and to love each other without restraint. Unless you're into leather.”
“I will not apologize for my warriors crossing the border that separates our Clans. But if you can find a way to keep us alive without stealing prey, I will listen. For the sake of old times.”