What is fear but courage's shadow?

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.

Garner knowledge, by any means possible