I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.

One heart cannot serve two masters.

God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.