Do you hurt uncle Kisten', he asked.(...) but Kisten beat me to it. “Only my heart, Audric,” he said. “Ms. Rachel is like the sun. See her sparkling there with the wind in her hair and fire in her eyes? You can’t catch the sun. You can only feel its touch on your face. And if you get too much of it, it burns you.

I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!

I want one thing I can point to and say, 'that is good, and it's a part of me.'

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

The mistakes don't matter. It's what you do when you mess up that does.

It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen

It stinks of trains and that chili with the chocolate in it. Ooooh, books!" he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library. (Al)