One must gauge one's trust carefully.
I was not going to be killed by a gods-bedamned caterpillar
Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing
Life goes on even at the worst of times, and there are some ways no one ever grows up, no matter how long they live or how many lifetimes
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces...
It’s not wise to trust a poet with one’s secrets, but it’s not wise to cross them, either,
It is a scholar's weakness, to run narrow and deep.
I wondered if, by the time we'd been together as long as Phèdre and Joscelin, I'd be able to predict her reactions. I wasn't sure I would.I wasn't sure I wanted to, either.
I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.
A strange mood settled over the City: proud, defiant, hostile, despairing. All of these things at once. War was coming.
Talk is healing. It’s the unexamined wound that festers.
Jehanne said that it would always be like this. That I would always be young and beautiful in her memory, and she in mine. That I would never grow resentful, never be tempted to betray her. That she w...
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Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.
Love child! What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.
It occurred to me, trying not to hobble in my too-tight slippers, that attire was another form of concealment.
If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised
A little truth seasons a lie like salt.