Both Averill and Bayar were like actors speaking lines for their audience and not to each other.

You didn't have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you." "Fondle?" Raisa raised her eyebrows, "When did I mention fondling?

Just remember who you are... The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you.

Nobody's going to hand you anything. You don't get what you don't go after.

Will you give the girl to me?" she said. "Will you let me try?" He nodded, dizzy with relief. "Please, Willo. Please. Save her. It doesn't matter...what happens to me.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

Don't expect much and you won't be disappointed.

Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?

You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand?

You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.

Have you ever come across something you couldn't explain?""Explain in what way? I could explain a ghost by saying, 'yes, that's a ghost.' I take it, that's not what you mean.

The present is not so glorious but that I should wish to dwell a little in the past.

Never judge anyone as they have their own situation and different dimensions of looking at things and situations which you may not understand . . so Observe.

Why dare to settle for less when there is absolutely nothing less about you?

Aren't they all heroes-our cats who train us, keep us and put up with us? For these accomplishments alone, they deserve medals.

The World will go limping until Christ's prayer that all may be one is answered.

Do what you believe to be right, and ever hold it for a maxim, that if the skies fall through your doing right, honest men will survive the ruin.

Wars should be fought with words, not bombs, not weapons. And calm words. I think that wars should be fought over a chessboard and a cup of something to drink.

Everything is a work-in-progress.

Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.