If he touches you, I'll come in and choke him to death.

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

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. "He was handsome," said said. Po moaned. "Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome?" "I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs," said Katsa indignantly.

Everyone was willing to take some small risk to lessen the damage of their ambition and disorder and lawlessness.

My life is an apology for the life of my father.

I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po