She held his hand and did not look down nor back.
Refuse anxiety. When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy. The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of...
No man is so dangerous as the man who cannot decide what he fears.
Name it as you will, claim it as you will, the world does not belong to men. Men belong to the world. You will not own the earth that eventually your body will become, nor will it recall the name it o...
I’m proud of you. It’s not the kind of work a man does that says he can be proud or not. It’s how he does it. Be proud of yourself.
It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet angry that need existed.
Isolation was better than shame. I would continue on my own. This was my fight and no one else
I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet...
I have been in howling storms in which a shout is reduced to a whisper, moved across the sea’s featureless face in a gray fog that does not yield to human eyes.
I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait.
Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.
As if he hadn't always known he was loved the best. That he was the Beloved.
History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
When you spring to an idea, and decide it is truth, without evidence, you blind yourself to other possibilities. Consider them all, boy.
When she spoke his name, Beloved, he believed she meant it. He spoke of an adolescence I envied. Pampered, praised, educated . . . any child's dream. But we all awake from dreams.
The man who must brag for himself knows that no one else will.
The Six Duchies would fall. The world would end. We went to fetch blankets.
Stop using every mistake you make as an excuse to fail completely.
Silence asks the questions that are too awkward to phrase. It even asks the questions one does not know to ask.
Sharpening your knife is never a waste of time.