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“Not very pretty." The old man looked her up and down and then cocked his head. "Kind of scrawny too."
Shea stared back at him with the blankest expression she could muster. He'd have to do better than that if he wanted to offend her. She'd never put much stock in her looks. They were always just there. Like the sun or the sky. Neither helping nor hindering. Her strength, speed and capability were infinitely more important. She disagreed, however, with his assessment of scrawny. Scrawny implied she was just skin and bones. It was weakness, and Shea wasn't weak.”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“I would miss the horse. I’ve never liked walking. If God had meant man to walk he wouldn’t have given us horses. Wonderful animals. I think of them as the word escape, covered in hair and with a leg at each corner.”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Fools

“You could accomplish some truly heinous things once emotion has been tucked away. Anger dies, eventually, if you sate it with enough blood. Hate fades. Grief dwindles. There are reasons behind emotion. Such is not the case with true detachment. “Where”
― T.A. White, Pathfinder's Way

“To give your positive or negative attention to something is a way of giving energy. The most damaging form of behavior is withholding your attention.”
― Masaru Emoto, The Hidden Messages in Water