Book: Circles of Ravens

He was an alien beast. As well as herself. Two completely different creatures were talking to each other. Just one word, but this is only the first word. Hirka sincerely wanted more of these words. If he and the raven learn to understand each other, then perhaps the Imlings will be able to learn to understand people.

Only idiots choose one side. Be on your side and you will live long.

But he had little sympathy for the country's most powerful men and women, whose only merit was that they were born with the right name. He himself was born in the most correct family for greatness, but his main merit was that he turned away from it.

He was the same as before. I always hit the most sore spot. Like a wild animal, which needs to assert its superiority and the ability to endure more than others.

You are who you are. And you're what you're doing. When the time comes, the best you can do will be the right thing to do. And the worst thing you can do is do nothing.

Urd had what most of the rest of the inner circle lacked. Directness. He called a spade a spade, without packing them into words that changed their meaning beyond recognition and deprived them of content.