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.

History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.

Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?

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.

To be part of a family, or any community, is to have duties and responsibility, to be bound by the rules of that group.

Some people say 'I want to be a writer,' and some people say, 'I want to write.'