...nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.

You lack the requisite spine and testicular fortitude to study under me.

There is something powerfully beguiling about the excited eyes of a young woman. They can pull all manner of nonsense out of a foolish young man, and I was no exception to this rule.

For me, language is something that I've always loved. When I read, that's what I look for. When I write, that's what I strive for.

He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.

Congratulations. That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Ever.