Quotes from Sharon Cameron

Today I found I'm not afraid of the unknown. Today I discovered that the unknown loved me, and that I loved it back.

Her grief for both of them was flavored with guilt the way salt flavors the sea; she could taste it in the tears.

Handsome young men should not act as if they know it.

Knowing the truth makes me alone. I wrote that once, but I think I was wrong. Fear of pain is what has made me alone. But today I realized that pain and love have a balance. I can feel so much of one only because I feel so much of the other.

She is coming all out in …" He turned to her. "What is the word, my love? Swan skin?" "Gooseflesh, I believe he means," Sophia explained.

I think you are very beautiful," René said, "especially when you are admiring mischief." "You must think that every time I look at you, then." He gave her all of his grin. "You admire me, Mademoiselle?

Should she pretend to like it, when she really did, all while pretending that she didn't?

Sometimes legends can be true.

It was because this stark world LeBlanc was trying to create was a lie; there was spectrum of color between black and white, and many, many layers of choice between yes and no.

It was time to go. But René didn't move. Instead he lifted the hand that still held his and kissed it, holding it close against his lips before he let it go.

Right is right, even when all are against it, and wrong is wrong, even when all are for it.

I knew full well that Lane considered himself more family than servant to my uncle, and that my uncle felt the same; the only real question was who considered himself the father and who the child.

She was going to walk into the Sunken City and empty every stinking hole in the Tombs. Let LeBlanc's Goddess explain that to the mob.

I'm not sure what there is to say. Everything? Or nothing.

It's a natural thing, little girl, to let a memory fade. Like chiseling stone. If the carving is shallow, then the picture just wears itself away. And even if it is chiseled in good and deep, the edges still smooth out, soften. Time has a kindness like that. That's as it should be…

Sometimes it is best to keep one's advantages close.

The heavy blade hung high above the prisoners, glinting against the stars, and then the Razor came down, a wedge of falling darkness cutting through the torchlight. One solid thump, and four more heads had been shaved from their bodies.

He tossed the potato up and down, up and down, a thin smile creeping out from the corners of his mouth.

But today I realized that pain and love have a balance. I can feel so much of one only because I feel so much of the other.

I think pain is a thing that, when it fills your cup, you shouldn't keep pouring from the pitcher.

Nadia," she says, very softly. I lean forward, straining to hear. Her expression has changed, drawn, as if in pain. "She's gone," she whispers. "The bed is empty." "Who, Mother?" "Nadia," she says again. "Her book is wrong. It's not Nadia's book." I know Mother. But it was only ever the book that was wrong. Not the daughter. Never the daughter.

I put on embarrassment in the same way I put on Liliya's dress. It clings to my skin.

I have lived my life so frightened of pain it's been paralyzing. I hate pain, but I hate fear more, and I've eaten fear every day of my life because of the Forgetting.

But who can find the truth in Canaan? Janis doesn't tell it, the Learning Room doesn't teach it. My father has twisted it, Mother half forgotten it, and the Forgetting is the thief that steals it.