[I had a]...Second bowl of oatmeal. It was a little bit gloppy.

You're awake," he said. "Phresine is not," pointed out the queen. "Oh?" "You gave her lethium." "She gave it to me first.

No," he said. "Relius was right and I was wrong. You are My Queen. Even though you cut my head from my shoulders, with my last breath as a noose tightens, to the last beat of my heart if I hang from the walls of the palace, you are My Queen. That I have failed you does not change my love for you or my loyalty.

She's like a prisoner inside stone walls, and every day the walls get a little thicker, the doorways a little narrower.

I hate horses. I know people who think that they are noble, graceful animals, but regardless of what a horse looks like from a distance, never forget that it's as likely to step on your foot as look at you.

That is ridiculous," she said. The king agreed. "Like falling in love with a landslide. Only you could fail to notice.

No man can choose to serve only himself when he has something to offer his state. No one can put his own wishes above the needs of so many.