In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman's perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition.

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

Fat men take a cushion with them wherever they go.

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.

I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.""Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?""How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

The world the Citadel is building has no place in it for sorcery or prophecy or glass candles, much less for dragons.

I wasn't ready for goodbye, not now, not yet. Stay with me tonight, please don't go just yet.

It's not what you know

Enjoy this moment, this moment is your precious life.

it has been long and justly remarked, that folly has ever sought alliance with beauty.

Leftist ideas are a part of the very atmosphere which American youth breathes

I mean, a lot of time rehearsals are taken up with other things other than preparing a character.

Health will improve almost at once when worrying ends.

You weren't able to talk sense into him?" Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death." I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.

How do we not rue the many unchosen paths in life? A blessed lack of imagination. There are enough real glories along any path to swamp our meager ability to picture alternatives.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.