My cat walked on my face just after dawn.
Not every man in the Senate is some kind of masterful schemer, exerting all his energies to acquire more power and influence at the expense of all others.” “No,” Isana agreed. “Some of them are incompetent schemers.
Things were weird enough without needing to ride around in a van with a bunch of naked, somewhat geeky college students.
Martin was alphabetizing my bookshelves. They used to kill men for sacrilege like that.
I’ve always admired your ability to make jokes when faced with adversity.
I did absolutely nothing. Carefully.
You can’t change what has already happened. But you choose what to do next. Which means that you only cross over to the dark side if you choose to do it.
Fear has a lot of flavors and textures. There’s a sharp, silver fear that runs like lightning through your arms and legs, galvanizes you into action, power, motion. There’s heavy, leaden fear that comes in ingots, piling up in your belly during the empty hours between midnight and morning, when everything is dark, every problem grows larger, and every wound and illness grows worse.
See, here’s the thing. Morgan was right: you can’t win them all. But that doesn’t mean that you give up. Not ever. Morgan never said that part – he was too busy living it.
I snorted. “They still make you read Dickens in school? Great Expectations?” “Yeah.” “You can stay at home and hide if you want – and wind up like Miss Havisham,” I said. “Watching life through a window and obsessed with how things might have been.” “Dear God,” she said. “You’ve just made Dickens relevant to my life.” “Weird, right?” I asked her, nodding.
Those who had never seen a tribe of cats at war, or at least playing war games, would look upon what came next as utter chaos.
What one deserves and what one experiences are seldom congruent.
I tried not to be too obviously interested, and fumbled my notebook and trusty pencil from my duster’s pocket.
Death by nursery tale. Hell’s bells.
Run away. Me and Monty Python.
Your kind, Aleran, are the most vicious and gentle, most savage and noble, most treacherous and loyal, most terrifying and fascinating creatures I have ever seen.′ Her fingers brushed over his cheek again. ‘And you are unique among them.
Anger subsides. Love doesn’t.
Rowl felt sure that Bridget’s fragile feelings would be crushed if he denied her the pleasure of sharing her meat with him.
I try to make thinking an ongoing process.
As long as we’re going, we might as well go out in style.