The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

But sometimes the best help a person can find is helping someone else.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

I’d heard you were dead.” "I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

I swear I've never met a man who has your knack for lack of social grace. If you weren't naturally charming, someone would have stabbed you by now.

One of them had a large wooden sign nailed to its door proclaiming, NO SYMPATHY! I wondered what non-arcane visitors might think of the warning.

It wasn't even a good note. 'If you are reading this I am probably dead.' What sort of a note is that?