All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Erol and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.

He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.

It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.

Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.

I've always been impressed that we are here, surviving, because of the indomitable courage of quite small people against impossible odds.