Depression is anger slowed down; panic is grief speeded up.

They are so young, they forget that the world is not as in love with them as they are.

The thief you must fear the most is not the one who steals mere things.

Lies like that are not a sin, they are a sacrifice.

Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and all the king's horses and all the king's men. . . . Repeat, and cradle the pieces carefully, or events will scatter like marbles on a wooden floor.

Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.

The world should not be organized to require heroines, and when one is required but fails to appear, we should not judge.