Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad." You do remember your father?" No. I remember yours.

...well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment?

Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.

While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them.

I work late at night. I'm awake and nobody bothers me. It's quiet and things come and talk to me in the silence.

Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases

It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.