Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called the name I was given when I was born. Here I am no longer my own secret. Will you let me stay?

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.

Shall I add a man to my collection?

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.

What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.