A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

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.

You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?

Go safely. Go safely, she thought to him. what a silly, empty thing it was to say to anyone, anywhere.

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories." Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.

This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not have it and wish you did.