The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

One must gauge one's trust carefully.

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-’ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. ‘Phedre yields with a willow’s grace,’ he said softly. ‘And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.