Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.

The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her ... her eyes were her own.

I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.

Times were so hard it was difficult to feed and lodge humans, much less animals.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect.

Supposed I don't want to redeem myself? Why should I fight to uphold the system that cast me out? I shall take pleasure in seeing it smashed.

You are a child if you thought I didn’t know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think I’ve been—” He stopped suddenly and a silence fell between them. He picked up the reins and clucked to the horse.