the greatest danger is always the one we are ignorant of.

There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.

If a man does not die of a wound, then it heals in some fashion, and so it is with loss. From the sharp pain of immediate berevement, both the Prince and I passed into the gray days of numb bewilderment and waiting. So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.

Fitz fixes fyces fitz.Fatsafices.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.

Wolves have no kings.

When considering a man's motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all.