Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.

Why does everybody throw every troublesome thing into the river?

Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt.

Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.

I must stop wishing for things to happen. Because something will happen eventually, and when it does, I'll be bound to wish it hadn't.

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offense.