Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It’s the way of the world.
Maidens stand still, they are lovely statues and all admire them. Witches do not stand still. I was neither, but better that I err on the side of witchery, witchery that unlocks towers and empties ships.
Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles – and they are always surprised when suddenly the castle becomes real, and the iron gate grinds shut.
Well enough. I won’t ask you if your love is true or any of that rot – it’s not my place to judge. After all, I’m a naked woman chained to a wall; I’ve no business questioning the lifestyles of wine-makers or anyone else.
We all have someone we think shines so much more than we do that we are not even a moon to their sun, but a dead little rock floating in space next to their gold and their blaze.
However wretched her origins, she chose freely to continue her crimes against us from the moment she woke to this life. It is easy to forgive beautiful women, especially when they lay a sorrowful tale before you like a sugar-dusted meal. It does not mean they deserve forgiveness.
I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books?
I wish you the best that can be hoped for, and no worse than can be expected.
Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation.
It was at thirteen years old that Marya Morevna learned how to keep a secret, and that secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization.
You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.
Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on maps are silly.
But if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.
The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.
Temperament, you’ll find, is highly dependent on time of day, weather, frequency of naps, and whether one has had enough to eat.
This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that’s the truth.
There’s more than one way between your world and ours. There’s the changeling road, and there’s the Ravishing, and there’s those that Stumble through a gap in the hedgerows or a mushroom ring or a tornado or a wardrobe full of winter coats.