I am too swift of tongue. But I think that is the best way to talk to a dragon.
Did you feel that?' I asked him.He smiled sadly. 'Fitz, I have never needed to touch you to feel that. It was always there. No limits.
Cruelty is a skill taught not only by example, but also by experience of it.
Chade, I know the Fool is strange. But I like it when he comes to talk to me. He speaks in riddles, and he insults me, and makes fun of me, and gives himself leave to tell me things he thinks I should...
The fight isn’t over until you’ve won.
That life was an immense wheel, turning in a set track and that his task was to bump the wheel out of that track and set it on a better one?
Sometimes luck belongs to children and madmen.
Much discomfort was based on human expectations. As a man, I expected to be warm and dry when I chose to be. Animals did not harbor any such beliefs. So it was raining. That part of me that was wolf c...
When we are children, we believe that our elders know all and that even when we cannot understand the world, they can make sense of it. Even after we are grown, in moments of fear or sorrow, we still...
To recognize you are the source of your own loneliness is not a cure for it. But it is a step toward seeing that it is not inevitable, and that such a choice is not irrevocable.
There were times when taking vengeance for the dead seemed too high a price for abandoning the living. I
The betrayal of a friend differs from the treachery of a lover only in the degree of pain, not the kind.
Sometimes it seemed to me a cruelty that so much was unresolved between us; at other times, a blessing that a hope of reunion lingered.
Some speak of the savagery of beasts. I will ever prefer that to the thoughtless contempt some men have toward animals.
So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.
Regrets are useless, the Fool replied. All you can do is start from where you are.
Men of passion and vision are often seen as mad.
King Shrewd is expecting me, rather he isn't expecting me, and that is precisely why I must go to him now.
Justice. There’s a thing we shall ever thirst after, and ever be parched.
It was hard to reconcile the drumbeats and lifted voices in the night with my memories of flames and the screams of dying men. How could humanity range so effortlessly from the sublime to the savage a...