And If My Choice Is To Sit

Oh, Why Does Compassion Weaken Us?' It Doesn't, Really...somewhere Where It All Balances Out-don't The Philosophers Have A Name For It, The Perfect Place, The Place Where The Answers Live?-if We Could Go There, You Could See It Doesn't.it Only Looks, A Little Bit, Like It Does, From Here, Like An Ant At The Foot Of An Oak Tree. He Doesn't Have A Clue That It's A Tree; It's The Beginning Of The Wall Round The World, To Him.

But The Uproar This Caused Was Nothing Compared With The Uproar When Katronia Noticed [rosie] Had Also Cut Her Eyelashes. Various Negotiations (including, Finally, Such Desperate Measures As "supposing You Ever Want To Eat Again") Eventually Produced The Grudging Promise That, In Return For Katronia Keeping Her Hair Cut Short, She Would Leave Her Eyelashes Alone.

And None At All Has Ridden At The King's Side Since Aerinha, Goddess Of Honor And Flame, First Taught Men To Forge Their Blades. You'd Think Aerinha Would Have Had Better Sense.

And If My Choice Is To Sit Graciously In My Best Robes And Accept The Inevitable Or To Bail A Sea With A Bucket, Give Me The Bucket.

It Was Too Important A Matter, This Talking To People, And Listening To Them, To Do It Lightly Or Often.