The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I'm not such a bad fighter myself," Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.

Your first written sentence is the foundation of all of your dreams.

The goal for most people should not be to feel better, but to get better at feeling.

And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.

I suspect that no community will become humane and caring by restricting what its members can say.

We have a tendency to condemn people who are different from us, to define their sins as paramount and our own sinfulness as being insignificant.

We need criminals to identify ourselves with, to secretly envy and to stoutly punish. They do for us the forbidden, illegal things we wish to do.

People are like that, judging you before they know you.

You can't stop me in bump. And you definitely can't stop me playing off. You just try to contain me and stop me from getting a lot of catches.

A fool is in himself the object of pity, until he is flattered.

To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal.