... and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.

. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.

Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born

You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.

If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.

She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound