I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone else can be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop." She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him.

I'd like to restrain from cruelity and not be thanked." ~ Katsa

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

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

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

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

You're good at love," she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. "I'm not so good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.