You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "And you do subtleties." "Yeah. Like I've always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide." "Well, there's no need to be rude," protested Sif.

Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine, distilled and nurtured from bud into fruit; it deserves reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (Page 194.)

Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.

I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.

Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings.