There are moments that change the course of one’s lifetime, and often we don’t realize how significant those initial may be until years pass.
There were times when taking vengeance for the dead seemed too high a price for abandoning the living. I.
No man can return to being a boy. But there are interludes in a man’s life when, for a time, he can recapture the feeling that the world is a forgiving place and that he is immortal.
It was possible to be homesick for a time, and to be lonely for the only other person who could recall it.
To sate your need without love is theft.
The Six Duchies would fall. The world would end. We went to fetch blankets.
Do you begrudge me that I am who I truly am? Should I pretend otherwise for the sake of pleasing you? If I did, it would be a lie. Would you rather love a lie than know me as I truly am?
Even the homeliest girl secretly dreams that a man might fall in love with her inner spirit.
I was amazed at how strong women were when they were angry.
There is a saying from the Southlands that there is truth in wine. There must be a bit of it in ale, also.
Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.
But we are two old men, who have grown old together. Sometimes that is a greater closeness. We have come through time to your day and age. We can talk together, quietly, and share memories of a time that exists no more. I can tell you how it was, but it is not the same. It is like being two foreigners, trapped in a land we have come to, unable to return to our own, and having only each other to confirm the reality of the place we once lived.
There is no more slippery task than to refrain from thinking of something.
It’s not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn’t offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don’t know how.
There is power in the keeping of a secret, and power in the revelation of a secret. Sometimes it takes very wise man to discern which is the path to greater power.
Nothing is really lost. Shapes change. But it’s never completely gone.
He longed for cleanliness and tidiness: it was hard to find peace in the middle of disorder.
Some things may be learned from words on a page, but some skills are learned first by a man’s hands and heart, and later by his head.
There would always be dishonorable things done to preserve the honor of any power.
You see, said the wolf. He senses me. Not clearly, but he does. Hello, Fool. My ears itch. Outside the tent, the Fool reached down suddenly to scratch the wolf’s ears.