Not every problem in the world belongs to you.
Not being able to think of a reply is not the same thing as accepting another's words.
Never have I heard anything so unnerving as a hardened warrior praying to a god known for his merciless heart.
Name it as you will, claim it as you will, the world does not belong to men. Men belong to the world.
My perception of my life crashed from high tragedy to juvenile self-pity in a matter of moments.
Kyle saw them as a double-pronged problem: the ship that would not heed his wishes because of a boy that would not be what his father commanded him to be.
It’s all a trick,’ he observed. ‘All a rotten trick men play on themselves. They get together and they create this beautiful thing and then they stand back and say, See, we have souls and insight and...
It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet to feel angry that the need existed.
It doesn't work that way. Silencing memories does not make them stop existing. Events cannot be undone by forgetting them.
I was almost annoyed at her for spoiling my perfectly good sulk.
I tried to unbelieve that it had happened, to force time back by sheer effort of will.
I remember that dress. It is quite old, isn’t it? Didn’t you wear it to one of the parties you gave to announce Keffria’s wedding to Kyle? It takes years off your face. You must be quite proud to be a...
I looked at her, wanting her with all the lust of my months alone and untouched. But I knew also that for that deeper hunger for companionship and understanding, she offered me no more solace than any...
I believed that by fixing it down in words, I could force sense from all that had happened, that effect would follow cause, and the reason for each event come clear to me. But then I returned one day,...
How much do you understand?’ I demanded of her one afternoon. She cocked her head at me, met my gaze and demanded, ‘How much do YOU understand?
How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?
He reaches forward slowly, to lift the pen from my lax grip. Wearily I regard the faltering trail of ink it has tracked down my page. I have seen that shape before, I think, but it was not ink then. A...
He pleasures his body with drugs and deadens his soul with his savage amusements. Aye, and spreads the disease to those around him, until they take no satisfaction in a contest of skill that draws no...
He lives day-to-day now, just as we do, fumbling forward down the path to the future.
Fitz!’ Motley greeted me. ‘Hello, stupid!’ she added. The