For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life.

It was hard to reconcile the drumbeats and lifted voices in the night with my memories of flames and the screams of dying men. How could humanity range so effortlessly from the sublime to the savage and back again?

I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait.

Men of passion and vision are often seen as mad.

I believed that by fixing it down in words, I could force sense from all that had happened, that effect would follow cause, and the reason for each event come clear to me. But then I returned one day, to find all my careful scribing gone to fragments of vellum lying in a trampled yard with wet snow blowing over them. I sat my horse, looking down at them, and knew that, as it always would, the past had broken free of my effort to define and understand it. History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

...sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

Fitz fixes fyces fitz.Fatsafices.