I want my chirfugging goose back!

It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.

That," he whispered, "is unthinkable." In Mosca’s experience, such statements generally meant that a thing was perfectly thinkable, but that the speaker did not want to think it.

Sometimes fear made you angry. Perhaps after years anger cooled, like a sword taken from a forge. Perhaps in the end you were left with something very cold and very sharp.

It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.