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

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

Isn't is lovely to be all together again?" Raffin said, throwing one arm around Po and the other around Bann. -------- She wanted them near, even if they were subsumed by their own affairs, she needed them at sword practice in the morning, at dinner at night, moving and shifting around her, there and gone, back again, arguing, teasing, acting like people who knew who they were.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

Lady Queen," he said, "You've given me all I want. You're the queen a librarian dreams of.

You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.

How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered