She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.

He held up a finger and went to the hallway, where he tripped over Blotchy, and then over the two monster cats madly pursuing Blotchy. Swearing, he leaned over the landing and called to the guard that unless the kingdom fell to war or his daughter was dying, he better not be interrupted until further notice.

He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.

It humbles me, but it doesn't humiliate me.

A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

There isn't a simple person anywhere in this world.