Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with.

There is a saying in the Islands. Beware the women of the warrior class, for all they touch is both decorative and deadly.-Yuki

He has artistry," he repeated. "Because that's what it takes to blow things up. And cook his arm.

Threats are the last resort of a man with no vocabulary.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.

You mortals are like fish swimming in a globe of glass. That globe is your world. You do not see beyond it.

You didn't kill him. He would have killed you, but you didn't kill him." "So? He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn't have time to sleep.