Guy Gavriel Kay

"I suppose being right will have to compensate me for being poor—the story of my life, I fear."

"“The Tyrants have cleaned out most of the highway brigands. Just a matter of protecting their own interests. They want to make sure no one else robs us before they do with their border tariffs and taxes.” He spat, discreetly, into the dust of the road. “Personally I preferred the brigands. There were ways of dealing with them.”"

"There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk."

"But knowledge, however you got it, changed things, Ned Marriner thought. You couldn’t go back to not knowing, even if you wanted to."

"It was true, it was all true. But none of it was the truth."

"“But why would they attack us? What have you been doing here, Ned?” “Why would who attack us?” “Wolves.” “What? No way. Wolves are mostly vegetarian. I learned that in school last year.” “Then tell these to go find the salad bar,” said Aunt Kim, grimly."

"“Sometimes the blind to do with the blind.” “Yeah,” said Ned. “Straight over cliffs.”"

"Music trains the mind, like mathematics, or logic, to precision of mind."

"He didn’t think he would understand the strangeness of life if he lived to be a hundred years old."

"Home was a dream she’d had yesterday. A place where children used to play. Among towers near the mountains, by a river, on curving sweeps of white or golden sand beside a palace at the edge of the sea."

"In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone."

"We’ll fall off that bridge when we cross it."