When the mountain quaked Like an elbow's nudge Like a shout that something is wrong The people awoke and Knew, yes, knew, that bandits had come

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

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

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?

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?