Find something useful to do with your morning,' she thought to him as she neared her chambers. 'Do something heroic in front of an audience. Knock a child into a river while no one's looking and then rescue him.

I’m suspicious of the notion of a single book that would benefit everyone to read.

And what was it about the dark that made her question things she’d never questioned before, in the day.

She couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.

Hidden yourself in a hole and dared to burden no one with your grievous friendship? I will have friends, Katsa. I will have a life, even though I carry this burden.

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

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.