When warriors feel afraid they lack something, it is only because they are forgetful. They have forgotten how capable they truly are.

Once the blinders are off, it's rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same.

The dragonets found the carpenters to be even more fascinating than the furniture, and followed the poor men from pen to pen, crowding around to watch, tasting the wooden planks, trying to steal the tools. It made for an interesting day for everyone, as the boys tried to keep the dragonets away from the carpenters, and the dragonets tried to get at the carpenters, and the carpenters worked probably a great deal faster than they ever had in their lives, sure that the dragonets would go from tasting the wood to tasting them.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

... everything written is at least in part fantasy. Except maybe the national budget. That's horror.

If there are going to be people out there making war on other people, don't you think it's a good idea for some of those people to at least follow a code of ethics? Not 'honor' but something you can pin down and be sure of, something with the same rules for everybody.