I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.

A vocation is not something you slap on, like a coat of paint, and change whenever you want. A vocation is built into you. You have no choice. If you try to do something else, you fail.

Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.

Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone....There's no shelter for me not from any of this. I'll stand alone the rest of my life. THE GRAY WOLF THRONE p. 163

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.

Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.