She looked at him gravely. "You cannot call back the river that has already flowed past you, Ruith. All you can do is be grateful for where you are in it.

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.

Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye." How could she say anything else?

I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but it has a better bite.

He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy does him the favor of falling upon it in precisely the right way.

Morgan was looking at the food in front of her suspiciously, as if it intended to merely reside for a bit inside her, then liberate itself at a most inconvenient time.

You great bloody bully.""Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench.

I don’t know why you’re enjoying this so much.”“Because I am a connoisseur of fine irony. ’Tis a bit like fine wine, but has a better bite.

The opinion of success matters more than the opinions of your critics.

Well, if you’re a real alcoholic, then where are you stashing it? That's what real alcoholics do, right? Hide bottles?

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?

I believe if you work hard and you dream big enough, you can accomplish anything in this world.

A maiden's first kiss cometh hard, yea, it is as the first olive out of a bottle, requiring much skill; but the rest are easy.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Older women are like aging strudels - the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling has come at last into its own.

In the 1920s you could buy stocks on margin. You could put 10 percent down and borrow the rest against your stocks.

Peace is that brief glorious moment in history when everybody stands around reloading.