Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?

His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.

I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door

Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.

You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.