How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

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

If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.

Have you ridden over anyone you shouldn't?

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

That was what they did with themselves, those two Gracelings, along with a small band of friends: They stirred up trouble on a serious scale—bribery, coercion, sabotage, organized rebellion—all directed at stopping the worst behavior of the world’s most seriously corrupt kings.

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.