...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don’t think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn’t any plans on sharing our bed.

I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down.

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

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

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

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