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.

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.

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.

An enemy of innovation could be your own sales force.

When people are struggling, thats a painful place to be in, to not know who you are and where you belong and what you desire.

Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.

My grandmother influenced me so deeply.

difficulties only become problems when we separate ourselves from them instead of dealing with them directly and wholeheartedly.

I think one of the things I was most interested in finding out was how differently we approached our work. And my reality was that we didn't approach it very differently at all, which was funny.

I'm not scared of very much. I've been hit by lightning and been in the Marine Corps for four years.

Most people in England don't live in the North, and people are snobby in England, so they wanted a band from the South.

From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.

When you touch the pain of the world as real, there is a solidarity, an engagement with the Gospel, a living faith that blossoms forth.