It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.

Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.

Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.

The two of them were stoic and stone-faced and ten feet apart, currently not even looking at each other, but Zuzana had the impression of a pair of magnets pretending not to be magnets. Which, you know, only works until it doesn't.

You could look out the window today, see the sky raining fire, and say that it has all been for nothing, everything we've ever done, because now we've lost. But folk were born and lived and knew friendship and music in this city, ugly as it is, and all across this land that we fought for. Some grew old, and others were less lucky. Many bore children and raised them, and had the pleasure of making them, too, and we gave them that for as long as we could. Who has ever done more, my friend?