I have an apple that thinks its a pear. And a bun that thinks it’s a cat. And a lettuce that thinks its a lettuce." "It’s a clever lettuce, then." "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it’s a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

Over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear.

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

Do you just want to get by? Or do you want to make me proud?

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Abenthy gave me an appraising look. I'd been waiting for it. It was the look that said, "You don't sound as young as you look." I hoped he'd come to grips with it fairly soon. It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.