She knew he was angry, but she couldn't stop laughing. "Forgive me, Po. I was only trying to get your attention." "And I suppose it never occurs to you to start small. If I told you my roof needed rebuilding, you'd start by knocking down the house.

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.

You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.” “What’s it like?” He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.” “Tell me.” And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful." Clara said. "Among the wealthy it's the rare skins and furs sold on the black market. With everyone else it's whatever they find clogging the gutters or killed in the housetraps. It al amounts to the same thing, of course, but the rich people feel better knowing they've paid a fortune.

It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.