And the world re-ordered itself around me. I spoke each word carefully. 'You are so stupid.

Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.

For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

Those were some astounding lies, cub. And the very last one the most inspired of all. You have your father's talent for it.

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

If he ever wanted vengeance on me for all I did, he has it now. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Now I know how it feels to be left behind. As I left him.

As if he hadn't always known he was loved the best. That he was the Beloved.

It's not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn't offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don't know how.

Dragons don't bother with introductions.

Did you feel that?' I asked him.He smiled sadly. 'Fitz, I have never needed to touch you to feel that. It was always there. No limits.

It is time to recognize the past and ongoing genocides to prevent new ones. Together we can build a better world!

He's better now, Loo. He's taking care of the cats.

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

I happen to think that American politics is one of the noblest arts of mankind and I cannot do anything else but write about it.

They are enlightened who join in this play knowing it as play, for people suffer only because they take as serious what the gods made for fun.

I believe everything learned in college is an answer to a question that someone has posed. Questions get posed differently and the answers that come back transport us to places we never knew existed.

We write to discover what we think.

Patria est communis omnium parens. Our country is the common parent of all.

The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow