And so Grief and Shame abided in adjoining rooms with the door shut between them, holding their pain in their arms instead of each other.
It turned out that sometimes it’s enough to start doing things differently now.
Love that sets forth the soul like springtime and ripens it like summer. Love as rarely exists in reality, as if a master alchemist has taken it and distilled out all the impurities, every petty disenchantment, every unworthy thought, into a perfect elixir, sweet and deep and all-consuming.
It’s never too soon to worry. Worry spurs preparation.
None of us became monks to be nursemaids.” To which the child Lazlo replied, with fire in his soul, “And none of us became children to be orphans.” But.
All empires fail. They overreach, spread too thin, collect one enemy too many. They’re gnawed at from within by corruption, greed, betrayal.
He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back.
Skathis might have been an artist, but he’d been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.
Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world.
To be one of a pair of bodies that knew that melting fusion. To reach and find. To be and reached for and found. To belong to a mutual certainty. To wake up holding hands.
We might be at odds, hate each other, and desire each other’s destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.
She gave the words back to him, murmuring, and kept them, too. You could do that: Give them back and keep them. “I love you” is generous that way.
Life won’t just happen to you, boy,” he said. “You have to happen to it. Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.
She wanted to be free, and if she could never be free, at least she wanted to be brave – brave enough not to sell herself, no matter what the payment, or the cost of refusing.
There is unique pleasure in introducing the bizarre and inconceivable to others.
Of course,” said Mik, without missing a beat. “However, as cool a word as samurai is, I don’t think it’s what we really mean. We just want to be able to kick ass, right?” “Well, definitely don’t phrase it that way. We’d probably just become highly skilled at kicking people in the ass. Don’t turn your back on them,” she intoned. “They never miss.
Forbid a man something and he craves it like his soul’s salvation.
The iguana was not invited.
The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.
On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.