The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

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.

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

Unless the perfidious wolves have the temerity to disobey the High King's plans, we should meet Shalhassan's forces by the Latham in mid-wood with the wolves between us. If they aren't,' Diarmuid concluded, 'we blame anyone and everything except the plan.