I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.

He regards boredom, I observe, as the One and Mighty Enemy of his soul. And will succeed in conquering it, I am sure—if he survives the experience.

Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort.

It was one of the occasions when Lymond asleep wrecked the peace of mind of more people than Lymond awake.

Fools make news, and wise men carry it.

Music, the knife without a hilt.

[Robin Stewart] was your man. True for you, you had withdrawn the crutch from his sight, but still it should have been there in your hand, ready for him. For you are a leader-don't you know it? I don't, surely, need to tell you?-And that is what leadership means. It means fortifying the fainthearted and giving them the two sides of your tongue while you are at it. It means suffering weak love and schooling it till it matures. It means giving up you privicies, your follies and your leasure. It means you can love nothing and no one too much, or you are no longer a leader, you are led.