Happiness is a series of grains of sand spread out in a desert of violence and anguish.
It’s stories that inspire people to change. It’s stories that make them believe things can be better.
Your ancient enemy is basically just a really, really big squirrel
If not us, then who? Who’s going to stand when everyone else kneels? Who’s going to argue for the law even when there’s no justice to be had? Who’s going to try even when the trying is too damn hard?
She turned back to the rest of us. “They’ve taken it all,” she said. “They’ve taken every last good thing in the world.”Then she swung the door wide. “Now go and show them your answer.
Why is life so much easier to live when people are trying to take it from you than when you’re forced to actually live it?
Words matter. Without words you can’t have stories and without stories we would never have heard of the Greatcoats.
I don’t know how well I can fight, or run, or judge, but when the blade comes, I swear on whatever they want me to swear on, I’ll stop it, with my body if nothing else.
When you’re fighting a crowd, it’s good to shout potentially threatening things like “Crossbows!” or “Fire!” or “Giant Flying Cat!” every once in a while.
Gods, man, don’t you start now,’ I said softly. ‘We’re going to get a terrible reputation if we just keep travelling across the countryside crying all the time.