The whole world is stories. People’s lives don’t matter, not really. But if you have power, you can make them matter. Beggars starve in this city. Everyone says: there’s nothing we can do, but obviously there’s something they can do. They don’t care enough. If it was someone you loved, you’d run into the city with bread. Everyone’s the same, except you and I don’t pretend to care. The glassblowers’ guild believed my father was nothing, so they made it true. If they’d known their survival depended on his, they would have treasured him. Power is when you make other people believe in your story.”
