Because when you hate something, you stop doing it.

What’s the point of playing if winning isn’t the goal?

Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in.

When we grow up, we lose the talent for loving without restrictions.

Since it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself. “He fights with us. We’re an army.” “An army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?” she asked Glenna. “Witch.” “So, we’ve got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.

Magic is. But its power is nothing beside love. --Prince Carrick