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I could do as my father did: that is, lift my eyes and meet her gaze and let nothing of what I was thinking show in my face.

Vultures and peacocks might both have feathers and beaks, but one did not confuse the two creatures.

I’d never been so hurt, and I couldn’t tell if it was what he had said or how I had reacted to it. Stupid boy. Of course I’d get angry and demand to know who had said such horrid things.

Pain and perfection. It was the only path to redemption he knew.

Some things cannot be solved,” he pointed out philosophically. “Drink makes those things much more tolerable.

It was better to leave the space empty of words than to choose the wrong ones.

It’s a poor teacher who tries to instruct by blows and threats.

Children, I have found, are much more swift to accept the unusual. They admit their curiosity, you see, rather than disdaining the object that arouses it.

Horns not grown, he swings his head in warning and still all take heed.

You are different, Bee. It will make some parts of your life very difficult. But if you always fall back on your differences to explain everything you dislike about the world, you will fall into self-pity.

When Hap had been ten, it had been so much easier to know that I was doing the right things for him. Feed him well, teach him to fish, see that he had clean clothes and slept well at night. That was most of what a boy needed. A young man was a different animal entirely.

Wherever there is change, a clever man can find a profit.

The weapon we throw away today is the one at our throats tomorrow.

Hold the cat. You’ll feel better. I don’t think so. He rubbed against my leg insistently. Hold the cat. I don’t want to hold the cat. He reared up suddenly on his hind legs, and hooked his vicious little front claws into both flesh and leggings. Don’t talk back! Pick up the cat.

There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own. Wolves have no Kings.

Love isn’t just about feeling sure of the other person, knowing what he would give up for you. It’s knowing with certainty what you are willing to surrender for his sake. Make no mistake; each partner gives up something. Individual dreams are surrendered for a shared one. In some marriages, one partner gives up almost everything she once thought she wanted. But it’s not always the woman who does so. Such sacrifice is not shameful. It’s love. If you think the man is worth it, it works.

You can roll dice, and understand that the whole game may hinge on one turn of a die. You deal out cards, and say that all a man’s fortune for the night may turn upon one hand. But a man’s whole life, you sniff at, and say, what, this nought of a human, this fisherman, this carpenter, this thief, this cook, why, what can they do in the great wide world? And so you putter and sputter your lives away, like candles burning in a draught.

Silence keeps a secret. I understand.’ I.

There are times when not thinking requires all of one’s concentration.

Look at her. The sun soaks right int her and shines back out of her. She’s magnificent.

Yet I desperately wanted to share the news, as if grief were a heavy burden to be spread out among those who must bear it.

Here we do not believe in wasting time simply for the purpose of impressing others.

Somehow,” she said coldly, “you have confused profitable and not profitable for right and wrong. I, however, have not.

Sometimes it seems worrying is something I feel like I have to do, that maybe worrying about them actually keeps them alive and real.

Time doesn’t stop for her just because you’re gone.

There is nothing dishonorable about abandoning pain. Sometimes peace is most quickly found when a man simply stops avoiding it.” He shifted slightly in the dark. “And you never again lay awake all night, staring at darkness and thinking of them.

Think of what is and don’t let what might have been distract you.

Regrets are useless, ” the Fool replied. “All you can do is start from where you are.

Sometimes all the choices are poor ones, Fool, and still a man must choose.

The hunt for meat is best, but any hunt is always the hunt, and one is never more alive than during the hunt.

I was confused, thinking that my pain and my loss were one and the same thing, whereas one was but a symptom of the other.

Stop using every mistake you make as an excuse to fail completely.

Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

It is hard to write down a story that has no sequence or sense, let alone make a picture of what my dream showed me.

Little Brother, do not treat me as if I am already dead, or dying. If you see me that way, then I would rather truly be dead. You steal the now of my life away, when you constantly fear that tomorrow will bring my death. Your fears clutch cold at me and snatch all my pleasure in the day’s warmth from me.

Some people say there is relief in the sharing of cares and pains. To me there was no catharsis, only an unearthing of rotting corpses of memories, a baring of still suppurating wounds.

That is true. I could not prevent what was done to me, nor can I change what people made of me. But I know what I am and have decided to continue being what I am.

Oh, and you accuse me of flattery! Here I waddle about like a fat old duck and you try to tell me I’m lovely.

And like a child, I’d be testing the people who loved me, pulling away from them almost for the sole reason of seeing if anyone would come after me.

You can’t die from seasickness, but you wish you could.

The separate parts of my life became like beads and I the string that ran through them all. I believe if I had ever paused to consider the intricacy of all I did to keep those parts separate, I would have found it impossible. But I was young then, much younger than I suspected, and somehow I found the energy and time to do and be it all.

I had no idea what to do with this unexpected life.

Isolation was better than shame. I would continue on my own. This was my fight and no one else.

I felt a familiar squeezing in what I thought must be my heart. I had heard of being “heartbroken” or “heavy-hearted” but I had never known it was an actual sensation one felt when the whole world abandons you.

It is my way, to speak directly. I do not mean to give offense by it. It has always seemed to me that honest words leave the least room for misunderstanding.

To sate your need without love is theft.

Fun, fun, fun, got you, got you, and got you again! Here, you’re dead, here, I broke your forepaw, here, your blood runs out! Got you, got you, got you!

I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.

He felt her dim groping towards him, a plea for companionship and comfort. He didn’t want to give it. But he had never been a hard-hearted man. When she invaded his mind, pleading, he had to reach back. ‘You are stronger than you know,’ he told her. ‘Keep moving. Follow the other ones, my copper beauty. Soon there will be better days for you, but for now you must be strong.

Even now. Even when I feel like most of me is dead, life breaks through sometimes. Food tastes good. Or something Per says makes me laugh. A hot cup of tea when I’m cold and wet. I’ve thought of ending my life, Fool. I admit it. But always, no matter the damage to it, the body tries to go on. And if it manages to, then the mind follows it. Eventually, no matter how I try to deny it, there are bits of my life that are still sweet. A conversation with an old friend. Things I am still glad to have.

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