If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.

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

I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone else can be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop." She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him.

She couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.

A king who’s innocent of the things of which he’s guilty?