The Elders were closer to the Maker of All Things and should be deferred to whenever they made their will known.
I don't get mad, I get even.
My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.
It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.
You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.
Yes,' he said sincerely. 'Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.