I can't imagine you give apologies, Ten had said before, and she'd been right, but Liraz thought that she would now, She would apologize for Savvath. If her voice was her own. If it wasn't reeling out of her, rising and falling in a sound that might have been laughter and might-if she weren't Liraz and it weren't unthinkable-have been sobbing.In truth, it was both. She was going to lose her arms, the clean way or the less clean, and here's where the laughter came in: It was horrific, and it was sadistic, and it was also, literally, a dream come true.

It is difficult to live in and enjoy the moment when you are thinking about the past or worrying about the future.

Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

Worrying about outcomes over which I have no control is punishing myself before the universe has decided whether I ought to be punished.

Some people spend so much time worrying about what might happen that they never enjoy what is happening [now] . . . Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Memorizing the Bible is most important. __hinking God__ thoughts_ will take the place of worried, anxious concerns.