Duty doesn’t always fit comfortably.
So if I speak to you, Tutor Olana, will you get the lashes?
I was thinking how you can’t tell if a person’s beautiful or not by her shadow…
… fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
..giving into despair was like eating poisonous berries to keep from feeling hungry.
And this is where I’ll end, before I know what happens next.
Sometimes it seems my identity’s a matter of opinion
He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.
Courage is not fearlessness.
… If we don’t tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won’t believe it.
You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.