Trust was a word you couldn't translate. But the atevi had fourteen words for betrayal.
That’s the trouble getting involved in politics, nobody wears a name badge!
People who do something can always make a mistake. So can people who do nothing.
If your fiancé tended to come sailing in windows without notice, you didn’t have extra time to run and gather up messes. She dropped everything into the hamper and stepped into a hot, steamy shower, s...
I couldn’t yet see the limits of my life, but he could see the limits of his. His life was thin, and he had a hunger for recognition.
He knew that he wielded magic as well as iron, and yet looked away from it, and made himself fables to explain his own presence in the world, and sought gods who might be more powerful than himself. I...
Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath? Could ever there be too much love?And could love require lies?
A fine lady she weren't, oh, but a damn fine woman and a brave one....
When it is necessary to survive, then one cannot be brave anymore.
It represents a real point of consensus we haven’t got now, and a lot of people were willing to give up things they wanted so they could get that agreement. It was a point in human history where all o...
He was home, but he wasn't. He had gotten where he had to go, but he hadn't. He had found out who he was, but he didn't know why it had failed to satify his questions.
But there was someone she knew who could speak with a special knowledge on the Cross-Lexcorp controversy. Someone she’d rather not deal with. Someone she’d as soon not see again as long as she lived....
But it was safety he had found at Uwen’s back, at long last, after long running. Uwen offered him protection, a trusted, a kindly presence, strong enough to chase the shadows for him.
Belief... was its own magic-so long as it was carefully placed, often examined, like a bridge kept in careful repair.
Yes, ma’am, he said, and folded his hands and stopped where he was, listening, waiting while a very sick woman tried to gather her faculties.First off, tell the dowager she’s a right damn bastard.It w...
What you need Lois, is a man. All your artistic brilliance, wasted, toiling away in the sordid day-to-day of White’s little paper empire. Reporting on traffic mishaps. Domestic trifles. Wondering if y...
Were the seeds of next things always there, in the circle of the year, and was that how the world worked its miracles?
There is your best path, if you can get on it and direct it as best you can. The direction it may take yet is not in your power: but what sort of man walks that path, when you are a man, that you dec...
It’s the being there; the working of it; the feel of moving through what could surprise you at any moment. It’s being a dust speck in that scale and pushing your way through all that Empty on your own...
He had read about evil in Efanor's little book, and how it permeated the doings of Men, but he had never foud such doings evil, rather good and bad...but none without self-interest, none he could not...