“You're damned if you can't forgive, Jude.”
“Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the idignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as—""Put that thing down," I said impatiently. "I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a damned maraca.”
“It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.”
“pain has its own timetable. You can't rush it. You can't forgive somebody before you're ready. You can't tell anybody else how to reach that point.”
“I know there's still good in you, Jude," I whispered. "You were always such a saint...and now you're lost. But you're still my brother.”
“You're peculiar, you're aggravating, yet you're easy to forgive. You say you're seventeen?..How odd. How strange. And my wife thirty and yet you seem so much older at times. I can't get over it.”