It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.
Jacqueline CareyThat was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.
Jacqueline CareyLove is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.
Jacqueline Carey