Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

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

Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?

I know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have given..." she raised one hand, palm upward, the garnet seal dangling at her wrist, "... I hold in an open hand.

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