“Pain, Rhuan decided, did not simply hurt. Pain also exhausted a person, sapped his soul, thinned his spirit. Worse, pain was tedious.”
“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.”
“When the initial pain of shock wore off, I thought it strange I should feel the pain of his slap in my chest, but I did, and it hurt more than I ever thought possible.”
“Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?”
“The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.”
“Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.”