You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.

I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night." He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

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.

But everyone has some kind of power to hurt people.