I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.

It was too important a matter, this talking to people, and listening to them, to do it lightly or often.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

He grunted; she recognized it as relief that she wasn't going to nag him further about Tor the Just, who probably wasn't that boring if he could hold off the Notherners for nine days and melt a hole in the hills.

You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.

She laughed at him then, because he sounded like a small boy, not like a very large grown-up Beast with a voice so deep it made the hair on the back of your neck stir when you heard it. 'But vegetables are good for you,' she said, and added caressingly, 'They make you grow up big and strong.' He smiled, showing a great many teeth. 'You see why I wish to eat no more vegetables.

Those single-track military minds never think to ask their cleaning staff for help in giant lethal marauding creature matters.