Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.

I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

Not all men are the same, you know. With someone such as Gavriel, I would suggest appearing aloof, not chasing too much. He might see that as suffocating rather than charming." Her words are sharp, but her voice is sweet, like honey on the edge of a blade, and meant to be cutting. I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face and commending his soul to Mortain.

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.