So you questioned him?" Raisa prompted. "What did he say for himself?" "Well, the first thing Gillen does is steal his purse and beat him with a club." Amon said.

You didn't have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you." "Fondle?" Raisa raised her eyebrows, "When did I mention fondling?

Just remember who you are... The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you.

Nobody's going to hand you anything. You don't get what you don't go after.

Will you give the girl to me?" she said. "Will you let me try?" He nodded, dizzy with relief. "Please, Willo. Please. Save her. It doesn't matter...what happens to me.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

Don't expect much and you won't be disappointed.

Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?

You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand?

You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.

How old are you?”“Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.

If you can still wipe your own backside then life's not that bad!

I don't need you by my side. But I want you there. Very much want you there. That, I think, saysmore. Means more."He took the hand she held out to him. "We'll go down. James should be here soon

You need a whole community to raise a child. I have raised two children, alone.

Self-esteem is the greatest sickness known to man or woman because it's conditional.

You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

I guess I am ruthless too because that's what makes a great artist. But I also respect people, I don't go around stepping on their heads.

The desert loves me. I love the desert. It's nice to be in the heat in Africa. I love it.

Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.

Cry "havoc!" and let loose the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.