There was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light came through it, as though a chink in the dark: light out of the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice agin, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things.

out of the frying pan and into the fire

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed.

All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But... I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.

Speak politely to an enraged dragon.

True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.

Their 'magic' is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations.