“Those two are carved from the same tree." the queen said. By the same blade." The high king answered and offered her his arm in splendid dignity”
“Dignities are like faces; no two are the same.”
“No," she said, answering his eyes. "I can never regret."[...]"I can sorrow," she offered gently, "but it's not the same thing.”
“He offered his arm and she took it. And the world was the same place.And forever different.”
“Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade”
“If you paint the leaf on a tree without using a model, your imagination will only supply you with a few leaves; but Nature offers you millions, all on the same tree. No two leaves are exactly the same. The artist who paints only what is in his mind must very soon repeat himself.”