Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.
the face of victory often resembles the face of defeat.
Sisterly love is one of the few boons in this life.
Victory fades so quickly that it is scarcely apparent and it is always the face of defeat that we are able to see.
I fear nomads. I am afraid of them and afraid for them too.
I think that anything you feel strange or nervous about, you weren't cut out to do.