Never have I heard anything so unnerving as a hardened warrior praying to a god known for his merciless heart.
The truth doesn’t need you to recognize it, young man, for it to be so. You need the truth to recognize you.
I am too swift of tongue. But I think that is the best way to talk to a dragon.
It is difficult to insult the man you don’t speak to.
He is very concerned with his dignity, and I think that prevents him from having an interesting life. If I were a boy, and permitted to have an interesting life, I would have no dignity at all.
One can swiftly understand that for most moments of our lives, we have forgotten almost all of the world around us, except for what currently claims our interest.
Wide gape the gates of yellowed bone. A tongue of plank is our path between the teeth as we walk toward the gullet. Here I will be devoured. This is a true thing, near unavoidable on any path. I must enter those jaws.
It was not that she was a better-tempered person, she decided detachedly. It was that her anger had learned a terrible patience. What good was wasting words on a petty and tyrannical second mate? He was a little yapping dog. She was a tigress. One did not waste snarls on such a creature. One waited until one could snap his spine with a single blow.
I don’t want to have these burdens. But I can’t bear to turn them over to anyone else, either. Because, despite all the work, I like being in control of my own life.
It was not that these emotions were unworthy or inappropriate; it was simply that they were wasted upon the man.
Forgiving the Day. Even the youngest child could do this; all it required was looking back over the day and dismissing the day’s pains as a thing that were past while choosing to remember as gains lessons learned or moments of insight.
Have you ever suddenly realized that there was someone you loved, but presently did not like very much?
Death does not conquer. It threatens, but it cannot subdue the future. What must be, will be.
But that is not true for all folk. Some folk are meant to argue with fate. And win.
To Fitz and the Fool, my best friends for over twenty years.
I have since come to know that many men always see another’s good fortune as a slight to themselves.
Death could make things stop, but it could not make things right.
Silence keeps a secret. I understand.’ I.
She had come to letters late in her life, and though she had mastered them, they had never become her good friends.
I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.