One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

The most important thing about quests, he decided, was not in finding what you went looking for, but in finding what you never could have imagined before you ventured forth.

There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.

I am not schizoid. A little manic-depressive, maybe." "'Know thyself.'" "We try, sir.

I am not a fate worse than death, dammit!

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

If you can't be seven feet tall, be seven feet smart.