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?

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were

I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night." He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.

What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.

Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.