Fool's Assassin (The Fitz and the Fool, #1)

by Robin Hobb

When we are children, we believe that our elders know all and that even when we cannot understand the world, they can make sense of it. Even after we are grown, in moments of fear or sorrow, we still turn instinctively to the older generation, hoping to finally learn some great hidden lesson about death and pain. Only to learn instead that the only lesson is that life goes on.

We live in our bodies. An assault on that outside fortress of the mind leaves scars that may not show, but never heal.

It was better to leave the space empty of words than to choose the wrong ones.