I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

You know that feeling when you tip your chair too far and begin to fall backward? The sensation was something like that, mixed with self recrimination and the fear of death.

My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you dont want coming back to trouble you. Autumn...Autumn's the time. In autumn, everything is tired and ready to die.

Wilem: 'What is the word for that here? A man who is intimate with both women and men?''Lucky?' Denna suggested. 'Tired? Ambidextrous?''Ambisextrous,' I corrected.

-Una vez, uno de los maestros de la Universidad me dijo que había siete palabras que hacían que una mujer te amara. Estaba preguntándome cuáles serían esas siete palabras.-¿Por eso hablas y hablas sin parar? ¿Confías en dar con ellas por casualidad?

With his eyes and those hands there won't be a woman safe in all the world when he starts hunting after the ladies.''Courting, dear,' my father corrected gently.'Semantics,' she shrugged.

Sim. Tinha defeitos, mas que importará isso para o coração? Amamos o que amamos. A razão não se intromete. De muitas formas, o amor menos sensato será o mais verdadeiro. Qualquer um conseguirá amar uma coisa "porque". É tão fácil como guardar um tostão no bolso. Mas amar uma coisa "apesar de", conhecer os defeitos e amá-los também, é algo raro e perfeito.

When necessity demands it, I'm an excellent liar. Not the noblest of skills, but useful. It ties closely to acting and storytelling, and I learned all three from my father, who was a master craftsman.

Wilem snorted."That doesn't sound suspicious at all," he said. "And you wonder why people talk about you.""I don't wonder why they talk," I said "I wonder what they say.