There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

But the hoping, that's what really hurts.

Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.

Goodness knows she is too fierce for you Goodness knows she has eyes for a lord Goodness knows she yet will prove untrue Her cheek's blush is as false as her word

But in a country where you hang your dead up on walls and pride whether or not a man bears a javelin more than his character, how am I to persuade you out of a war? It would be suicide for Kildenree to war on Bayern and butchery for Bayern to attack Kildenree. If you don't believe me, then send me back. Or if you don't trust me to leave, I'll return to my little room on the west wall and tend your geese, and you can be sure that on my watch no thieves will touch my flock.

You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.