Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.

I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

Sunshine is more health-giving than pills and potions: and travel in foreign lands is a mental tonic, which feeds the mind even if it empties the pocket.

I would say my mind is always working - no matter where I am I continue to see opportunities all around me. My only sorrow is that I can't possibly explore them all!

There are five billion human beings and in a certain way I think we need five billion different religions.

There is only one true wealth in all the universe. I have given you some of it. I have given your father and your mate some of it. And your friends. This wealth is living time.

Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

We need some honesty and sincerity instead of corrupt government in Washington.

Today's church wants to be raptured from responsibility.