There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

You're afraid of your own anger.

His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.

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

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

I’m as old as both of you,” she said, even though she suspected she wasn’t, “and I’m smarter, and I can probably fight as well as you can.

Why are you still here?" she asked. "Shouldn't you be in a cave somewhere inspiring people?