She had come to letters late in her life, and though she had mastered them, they had never become her good friends.
She had called herself a whore. That was a man's word, a shame-word flung at a woman. But she did not seem ashamed. She wielded the word like a sword, slicing away all his preconceptions of who she wa...
She fell silent, overcome at what humans, in their ignorance, had done.
Refuse the 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...
Now, anyone with two thoughts in their mind can see that no future is set in stone. An infinite number of futures bud at the end of every moment, and each one of them can be changed by a falling rose...
Life is a balance. We tend to forget that as we go blithely from day to day. We eat and drink and sleep and assume that we will always rise up the next day, that meals and rest will always replenish u...
Leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life-do you enjoy unending pain? There is no shame in walking away from bones. Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is you...
I'll be glad to get out on the water again, and gladder still to see Divvytown. I knew it was my home port that first time I saw it.''The pirate town? Sa save us all. Does someone wait for you, dearie...
I have heard it called a dance, I have heard it called a battle. Some men speak of it with a knowing laugh, some with a sneer. I have heard the study market women chuckling over it like hens clucking...
History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along.’ He smiled enigmatically. ‘The future is another kind of history.
Her nakedness was not vulnerability, but armour.
He has had his wish. He will not bow his head.
For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.
Life is not a race to restore a past situation. Nor does one have to hurry to meet the future. Seeing how things change is what makes life interesting.
You can be the dead fish. I'll be the old stick
What does who call me when?
We will discover the truth. And face it. And whatever it is, we will go after them. And we will kill them all, like the bastards we are.
There are few things so tender as a man's dignity.
The future cannot take from us the days we have left…unless we let it.p. 46 The Fool to Fitz
Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.