Well, So It Must Be, For As

Speak Not Against Anyone Whose Burden You Have Not Weighed Yourself.

[t]he House Of Maidens Was For Little Girls Whose Whole Duty In Life Was To Spill Things, Break Things, And Forget Things . . . Until They Had Spilled, Broken, And Forgotten Everything They Could, And Thus Made Room In Their Lives For A Little Wisdom.

I Have Neither Talent Or Taste For Kingship, Cousin. I Am A Warrior, And To Dwell Always In One Place And Live At Court Would Weary Me To Death!

The Road That Is Built In Hope Is More Pleasant To The Traveler Than The Road Built In Despair, Even Though They Both Lead To The Same Destination.

Light Flared Through Every Limb, A Force Far Too Great To Be Contained In Any Human Frame; But For That Moment She Was The Great Mother, Giving Birth To The World.