“If you can repress for a moment your spinster-like longing to meddle in my affairs,’ said Lymond cuttingly, from the door, ‘I am waiting to go.”

“But it is said: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. The choice is yours: to go or wait.''And it is also said,' answered Frodo: 'Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes.''Is it indeed?' laughed Gildor. 'Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.”

“Meddle not in the affairs of slashers, for you are cute and go well with other men.”

“Repressively, Lymond himself answered. “I dislike being discussed as if I were a disease. Nobody ‘got’ me,” he said.”

“Are these affairs an attempt to figure out who you are?""Maybe...""And you think that everyone else knows this? That they know who they are?""I do.""You see there, that's your mistake," Nicola said. She cut away Lucy's bangs. She cut several long lengths from the back. "As far as I can tell, you remain a mystery to yourself until the day you die.”

“I am marked like a road map from head to toe with my repressions. You can travel the length and breadth of my body over superhighways of shame and inhibition and fear.”