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.

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.

Teddy grinned again. 'Truths are dangerous,' he said. -'Then why are you writing them in a book?' -'To catch them between the pages,' said Teddy, 'and trap them before they disappear.' -'If they're dangerous, why not let them disappear?' -'Because when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.

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.

She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?" "I've a knife in my boot," she said, and then wondered, for a moment, if she could throttle a moose with her bare hands.

But everyone has some kind of power to hurt people.