Hope is often bitter, but it drives us, and we cling.

Sanabalis never seemed to eat, and he deflected most of her questions about Dragon cuisine. Then again, he deflected most of her questions about Dragons, period. Which was annoying because he was one, and could in theory be authorative.

If hearts really could sink, Kaylin's was busily rearranging her internal organs.

Generally, I like to appear smart. I don't admit being stupid when there's any hope I'm not.

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

In youth,' he said, speaking as if from a great distance, 'we believe, and the death of belief forces us to disavow all belief. But that disavowal, time softens, and if we do not believe, we hope. Belief is easier to kill, somehow, and its death easier to bear.