Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that. And no less.

Fitz: How bad is it? Nighteyes: Mind your own business. Fitz: You ARE my business. Nighteyes: Sharing pain doesn’t loosen it. Fitz: I’m not sure about THAT.

I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.

I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.

My blood will only buy you that fool's regard. I will pay a high price for you to be respected by a churl. Nothing bought with blood is worth having, young man.

Diplomacy is the velvet glove that cloaks the fist of power.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?