Who knows but that you will get up to find that the world has inverted itself yet again?

Sometimes, if you want to change a man's mind, you have to change the mind of the man next to him first.

The queen was settling on the edge of the bed, ungainly with hesitation and at the same time exquisite in her grace, like a heron landing in a treetop.

I was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say 'We eat the chicken now!' but the magus had seen that I was considering it.

But there are other words for privacy and independence. They are isolation and loneliness.

He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.

It isn't an easy thing to give your loyalty to someone you don't know, especially when that person chooses to reveal nothing of himself.

Will there be poppy juice in it?" Phresine shook her head. "Good. My wife and I agreed that only my wine was to be poisoned.

Then come out," said the king, helping him, "knowing you'll never die of a fall unless the god himself drops you.

If I am the pawn of the gods, it is because they know me so well, not because they make my mind up for me.

Her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.

Woman is not made to be the admiration of all, but the happiness of one.

Along our chosen paths, we all meet up with demons. We must meet them, and battle them, even when they are nothing but mist in the night.

The Lord is our mighty shield.The Lord is our greet strength.

You do not have to have the best of everything to make the best of everything.

Their life is about getting enough money to put food on the table to feed their children, and that's it.

From my big beautiful warlock brain, welcome to 'Sheen's Korner' ... You're either in my corner, or you're with the trolls.

No one writes dialect better than Flannery O'Connor. No one should even try.

A convert's enthusiasm for his new religion is greater than that of a person who is born in it.

Bookshops are infested with ideas. Books are quivering, murmuring creatures.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.