Vultures and peacocks might both have feathers and beaks, but one did not confuse the two creatures.
Hold the cat. You’ll feel better. I don’t think so. He rubbed against my leg insistently. Hold the cat. I don’t want to hold the cat. He reared up suddenly on his hind legs, and hooked his vicious little front claws into both flesh and leggings. Don’t talk back! Pick up the cat.
If you can read, you can learn anything. If you’ve a will to.
The next was a girl with her face and arms painted white, in a gown decorated with gilt to mimic golden thread. Gilded, too, was her crown of feathers and rooster heads, and in her hands a scepter that looked more like a feather duster.
All memories are connected, and like a man’s skin, they can heal. In time, left to themselves, those memories would have stopped hurting you. You may someday wish you could call up that pain.
Men it is who think they can rule others’ lives but have no bonds to them.
The same thing I love for are the things I would die for.
Sometimes you have to trust people to understand you are not perfect.
I should live each day as if it were significant, as if everyday the fate of the world depended on my action.
Anyone untaught can do a wrong thing. But after he’s been taught, there’s no excuse to repeat it.
Danger cups us under its hand, and we can do nothing but stand witness to the turning of the world. Here we walk on the balancing line between futures. Humanity always believes it decides the fate of the whole world, and so it does, but never in the moment that it thinks it does.
My brother! Nighteyes greeted me joyously.
Trust is not trust until it is complete.
A girl did not need to hit to hurt someone.
And yet it was not Buckkeep that came to my mind, but a meadow overlooking the sea, and a girl in bright red skirts who beckoned me. A time, rather than a place. No road led there anymore.
Explanations had seldom worked between us. Trust had.
When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy.
I have been in howling storms in which a shout is reduced to a whisper, moved across the sea’s featureless face in a gray fog that does not yield to human eyes.
You’re alive and safe, and I will not let any evil befall you. And you know that you can trust me. Because I love you.
But there was no point in sighing after what I could not have. It only distracted me from what I did have, and that was more than I’d ever had in my life.