I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.

Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.

Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.

Being a wizard gives you more power than most, but it doesn't change your heart. We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.