I've crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you.

Kas was right: a woman could destroy a man. This one could do so, simply by knowing his name. She could do so, simply with her eyes.

He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked into the curls with cheap, native combs. The sight of them gave him hope.

Looking back at him was a man who was battered and broken.And alive, for the first time in his life.

He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.

Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God would love someone like him?

He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.

Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway blinded, who could see it better?

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.

There is also something deeply lovely about uncertainty: the possibility of optimism.

Fame is protection if you go to a scary place. Fame is fun. A lot of people don't say anything and you don't know they know who you are.

If you want to know the theory and methods of revolution, you must take part in revolution.

The problem with our Blackberry society is that hardly anyone has time anymore to have an unhurried discussion about the long-term developments that will change our lives.

VERISIMILITUDE (the appearance or semblance of truth)

I feel like I've been way overexposed in the press. I'd rather play shows and represent myself in person.

Weak men are the worse for the good sense they read in books because it furnisheth them only with more matter to mistake.

Music is the eye of the ear.