Smart people learn from their mistakes. But the real sharp ones learn from the mistakes of others. Don’t pout; you’re about to see something impressive. And it won’t even give you nightmares.
I’d rather die this way than live that way. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time.
Remember, if something goes wrong, if you need anything at all, you’re absolutely on your own.
I don’t want to get killed either,” Seth said agreeably. “I’d much rather live. Partly because I know you’d write ‘I told you so’ on my gravestone.
I’m not trying to do any good! I know I can’t solve the problem right now! But I do have feelings! And none of this is fun!
Would you forgive a killer for not knowing how a gun functioned? How many would have to die before you stopped pardoning his ignorance?
Now every word of praise came back to him like a hot knife. Every delicious bite of food seemed poisonous.
Kendra wished for a rock to throw at her brother.
In the end, it was one or the other – be myself, or please my father. I chose me. And loyalty to my real friends.
And Kendra turned her back on him. “Come back here!” Celebrant bellowed. “How dare you!” She did not turn. She refused to glance back. Her legs felt unsteady, but she kept walking. “Nobody turns their back on me!” Celebrant thundered. Kendra kept walking. She could hear him breathing fire. Or energy. Or something. It didn’t matter. The barrier would hold. Celebrant was making a lot of noise. But underneath it, as she entered the tower, Kendra heard a comforting sound. Marat was laughing.
When the gales come, raise a windmill, not a dam.
If you’re going to take a huge risk, and you want to stay out of trouble, it really helps if your plan actually works.
Pack all of your desires away, lock them up, and throw out the key.
If you’re going to die, you might as well be doing something really, really stupid.
Because I’m what happens when luck meets skill,” Seth said, “and they get into a serious relationship.
You talk about dying bravely, what about living bravely?
Let me guess,” Newel said. “It won’t work on satyrs.” “Probably not,” Tanu said. Doren gave Newel a high five. “Nap time.
This could be her last day of her life.
It’s clumsy to trust anyone. People are uniformly imperfect and erratic. But if you have to guess, bet on them serving their own interests.
People who actually fix problems sometimes have to take risks.