Helplessness. If women were hope´s oldest companions, it was due to helplessness. Certainly women often exerciced dreadful power over a single hearth, but the world between hearths belonged to men.
He had despised the sorcerer, thinking him one of those mewling souls who forever groaned beneath burdens of their own manufacture.
Every woman knows there are only two kinds of men: those who feel and those who pretend. Always remember, my dear, though only the former can be loved, only the latter can be trusted. It is passion th...
A beggar's mistake harms no one but the beggar. A king's mistake, however, harms everyone but the king. Too often, the measure of power lies not in the number who obey your will, but in the number who...
Fot he sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
You’ve learned the lesson,' Kellhus had said on one of those rare mornings when he shared her breakfast.'What lesson might that be?''That the lessons never end.' He laughed, gingerly sipped his steami...
Whore. How many men had embraced her? How many gritty chins against her cheek? Always something to be endured. All of them punishing her for their need. Monotony had made them seem laughable, a long q...
We belittle what we cannot bear. We make figments out of fundamentals, all in the name of preserving our own peculiar fancies. The best way to secure one's own deception is to accuse others of deceit.