Any merchant who advertises 'Honest Scales' must have been thinking about weighing them.

The swordswoman and I are not so dissimilar. May my people understand the resemblance soon so that I can return to them. What we have in common are the words at our backs. The idioms for revenge are 'report a crime' and 'report to five families.' The reporting is the vengeance-not the beheading, not the gutting, but the words.

There's something in life that's a curtain, and I keep trying to raise it.

The images of peace are ephemeral. The language of peace is subtle. The reasons for peace, the definitions of peace, the very idea of peace have to be invented, and invented again

In a time of destruction, create something.

Perhaps women were once so dangerous that they had to have their feet bound

I learned to make my mind large, as the universe is large, so that there is room for paradoxes.