most hated by the dark, for their name is light.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there.  Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die.  Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die. One woman sees a riselka: her path comes clear to her.  Two women see a riselka: one of them shall bear a child.  Three women see a riselka: one is blessed, one is clear, one shall bear a child.

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.

Sometimes you didn't really arrive at a conclusion about your life, you just discovered that you already had.

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.