All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

Spontaneity is the province of youth

If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it.

Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.

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.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.