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

Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?

When you cut pieces out of the truth to avoid looking like a fool you end up looking like a moron instead.

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.

The fight isn't over until you win.

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

Besides, if there were no dragons of flesh and blood and fire, whence would come the idea for these stone carvings?