A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.

As a general rule, writing is very inconvenient.

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

Gerti didn’t ask for help.” Miri swallowed and tried to calm her quavering voice. “It was my fault.” “So it was. Now you all have learned that those who speak out of turn choose punishment for themselves and anyone they speak to.” “So if I speak to you, Tutor Olana, will you get the lashes?

... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn't look or act much different.

Just like the old adage--what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself--