Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.

He raised his eyes. "Sister. See. This time I knew you." Asha's heart skipped a beat. "Theon?" His lips skinned back in what might have been a grin. Half his teeth were gone, and half those still left him were broken and splintered. "Theon," he repeated. "My name is Theon. You have to know your name.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.

We're children. We're supposed to be childish.

Reading. That was the sport I was good at.

We know truth for the cruel instrument it is. Beauty is infinitely preferable to truth.