It has been a hard lesson to learn, that greatness requires suffering.
Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.
Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?
Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan
There's no shame in crawling when one can't walk.
What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?