I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.

Fitz: Shall we get up tomorrow and go looking for a wild pig? Nighteyes: I didn’t lose any wild pigs, did you?

Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.

For the weakest has but to try his strength to find it, and then he shall be strong.

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

if love doesnt come first and linger after, if love cant wait and endure disappointment and seperation, then its not love.

Your future. It awaits only you, to live it and to write it. - Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb