I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.
The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?
You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.
Everyone sounded the same when they died.