I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

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.

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

While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were

If I wanted to stun anyone at dinner, I'd hit them in the face.

It hurt her eyes, almost, Ror City; and it didn't surprise her that Po should come from a place that shone.

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.