“Nay, it ain't got fleas, and 'tis a girl.”

“Eating be eating, b'ain't it, Birdie?''Nay, Uncle Bear: In Caermelor, at the Royal Court, they be so-oh, so much more advanced than anywhere else. 'Tis not done to wipe your fingers on your hair or the tablecloth, or belch, or speak with your mouth full of food, or scratch, or pick your teeth at table. Ye have to use little forks to pick up the food. Ye not allowed to pour wine for your betters or for yourself, but to wait for them to deign to pour it for ye, if they be feeling generous. And the carving of the meats must be done a certain way, and as for the toasts-it would take ye a whole day just to learn the complications.'Takes the fun out of eating,' observed Sianadh.”

“The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned with how content one is with what one possesses.”

“The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.”

“Careful, even now, not to thank the wights, she added, "You have all been most kind.”

“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.”

“She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.”