Ember/Quotes


 * My theater was the jewel of the Vice District. But now, it is all gone.


 * Not long after Handsome Jacque died, looters attacked my theater. My costumes, sets, and props went up in flame. A devastating loss--though the fire... she was quite beautiful.


 * When the casino went dark, there were a thousand little flames, eager and confused. But a fire is like any other living thing. A simple breeze will kill most, and left unattended, the rest will burn themselves out. Perhaps that is why my district has survived--an artiste, if they are to live, must know how to burn.


 * All artists must burn for their art--but for most, these are just words.


 * Burn something long enough, and the coals still remain, waiting to spring to life when the wind is right.


 * Fire is beauty and fear, art and war, warmth and pain... The only difference between creation and destruction is a respectful distance from flames.


 * Fire. Without oxygen, the fire cannot burn. And the more oxygen, the hotter the fire! So, fire is life, you see.


 * Ah, Vault Hunter. Artiste of chaos and flame. We should do a show sometime, no?


 * There is a glow about you. Be mindful of winds, or it may grow to consume you, cherie.


 * In case you were curious, I did not lose my limbs in fire. That was my decision. Where I come from, we are liberal with our accessories, and bodies are ever-changing works of art.


 * And so, Pretty Boy has met his fate, and Timothy is no longer a prisoner of this casino. A hand... this is not so great price for liberty, in the end.