I walked into the wind, and my forehead and nose soon burned with its rough kiss.

There is no more slippery task than to refrain from thinking of something.

bellicose

many of

witch, one

They regarded our passage not at all, and by afternoon I felt no more significant than an ant. I had never thought to be disdained by a tree.

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

There is no action that takes place between humans in which secrets do not play a part, whether it be a game of cards or the selling of a cow. The advantage is always to the one who is shrewder in what secret to reveal and when.

If a minstrel must embroider the truth to help us recall it fully, then let her, and let no one say she has lied. Truth is often much larger than facts.