“Weary of liberty, he suffered himself to be saddled and bridled, and was ridden to death for his pains.”

“In a train...smash. In his arm her last...breath.' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering was shameful, disgusting, as if pain were a crime. Who can judge another man's suffering?”

“He was Death, and he'd ridden in on a pale horse...”

“In justice lies the sweetest fragrance of liberty, in injustice abides the most painful death.”

“God uses no magic wand to simply wave bad things into nonexistence. The sins that he remits, he remits by making them his own and suffering them. The pain and heartaches that he relieves, he relieves by suffering them himself. These things can be shared and absorbed, but they cannot be simply wished or waved away. They must be suffered.”

“Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel]. 'You had a vision,' he said flaty.Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.”