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The whole thing is a complicated, unlikely story. Perhaps that's because what we think stories are about often isn't what they're about at all.

"Beauty, to be unpoetic but precise, is in the medial orbital-frontal cortex of the beholder." p105

"How easy and painless life would be, he thought, to pass his whole time filling blue boxes, alone in his room but entirely complete. People were superfluous.

Then he fell in love with a girl." p26

"True kinship has naught to do with blood ties, however strong they may be."

"As I give what they need, they give what I need; and treasure is what I need the least. My joy in in the craft, not the gain."

"if life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled."

"And if my distaff and your knuckles met more often than you liked, it was because I deemed you worth reproving."

"I've heard men complain of doing woman's work, and women complain of doing man's-work, but I've never heard the work complain of who did it, so long as it got done!"

"Luck? ... Not so! More labor than luck. Life's a forge, say I! Face the pounding; don't fear the proving, and you'll stand well against any hammer and anvil."

"Trust your luck, Taran Wanderer. But don't forget to put out your nets."

"Why, my luck's no greater than yours or any man's. You need only sharpen your eyes to see your luck when it comes, and sharpen your wits to use what falls into your hands."

"If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today."

"Count the deed, not the thought."

"Just because I look like a frog on the outside doesn't mean I'm not myself on the inside!"

"...there's a certain kind of holy witness that only damn fools can bear."

"Dabbs's memory of his wife - and not a mere memory, but an animation of her real presence - functions as his own practical poem, a symbol salvaged from a painful past that motivates social action toward reconciliation..."

"Yet I remembered that thoughts which do not pass into actions lose their vigor." - quoting Dabbs's "The Road Home"

"My son is slain," the woman answered sharply, "The raiders fought because they were starving: we, because we had scarcely more than they. And at the end all had less than when they began." p40

"I ask no comfort, " Taran replied, "but the truth, be it harsh or happy."