You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand?

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.

Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.

Sometimes you have to go somewhere else to appreciate what we have here.

The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music." "Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer.

The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.