“Stop longing. You poison today’s ease, reaching always for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that. And no less.”

“Stop thinking of what you intend to do. Stop thinking of what you have just done. Then, stop thinking that you have stopped thinking of those things. Then you will find the Now, the time that stretches eternal, and is really the only time there is.”

“Fitz: Shall we get up tomorrow and go looking for a wild pig?Nighteyes: I didn’t lose any wild pigs, did you?”

“Thinking is not always...comforting. It is always good, but not always comforting.”

“Life is a balance. We tend to forget that as we go blithely from day to day. We eat and drink and sleep and assume that we will always rise up the next day, that meals and rest will always replenish us. Injuries we expect to heal, and pain to lessen as times goes by. Even when we are faced with wounds that heal more slowly, with pain that lessens by day only to return in full force at nightfall, even when sleep does not leave us rested, we still expect that somehow tomorrow all will come back into balance and that we will go on. At some point, the exquisite balance has tipped, and despite all our flailing efforts, we begin the slow fall from the body that maintains itself to the body that struggles, nails clawing, to cling to what it used to be.”

“I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.”