I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.

That's why literature is so fascinating. It's always up for interpretation, and could be a hundred different things to a hundred different people. It's never the same thing twice.

I know he sees it, because for the briefest moment he drops his expressionless mask and the look in his eyes shows me he feels the same way. A mirror of every part of myself I can't bear to face.

A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.

I can weave threads of myself into a tapestry already designed by others.

No matter what happens, no matter who turns on me, no matter what pompous swine thinks he has power over me, I am still me. I will always be me.

Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. "My queen, " he says in response.

All those practice fights when it was just us, two children pretending to be soldiers. Or two soldiers pretending to be children.

In the face of all that has happened, it feels good, really good, to just breathe for a moment.

Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.

But when it comes down to it, we all die alone.

A little belief, a little faith, a little hope is sometimes all we need, to see the light.

As Carl Jung put it, “In each of us there is another whom we do not know.” As Pink Floyd sang, “There’s someone in my head, but it’s not me.

I was brought up Catholic and know the stench of the Catholic Church. I moved away from religion early, but the impression remains.

Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man.

The brain is a complex biological organ of great computational capability that constructs our sensory experiences, regulates our thoughts and emotions, and control our actions.

You seem to be drowning twice," said Hermione. "Oh, am I?" said Ron peering down at his predictions. "I'd better change one of them to getting trampled by a rampaging Hippogriff.

Look beyond the paint. Let us try to open our minds to a new idea.

You wouldn't want Alan Greenspan to write the instructions for assembling a beach chair.

No man, even though he be Shakespeare, can write perfectly when his web is woven of threads that have been spun in many lands.