But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.

Do ye dare to draw arms against the justice of God?" snapped the tubby little judge. Jamie drew the sword completely, with a flash of steel, then thrust it point-first into the ground, leaving the hilt quivering with the force of the blow. "I draw it in defense of this women, and the truth," he said "If any here be against those two they'll answer to me, and then God, in that order.

The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?