...when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.

Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt.

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.

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

They seemed no closer to the tops of the peaks that rose before them. It was only by looking back, to the forest far below, that she knew they'd climbed.

I'm afraid of plenty of things," he said. "I just do them anyway.

If her enemies were Brigan's friends and her friends were Brigan's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.