Trouble," he chuckled. "What does a boy like you know about trouble? I was in trouble afore you were born. I been in trouble you don't even got words… - Patrick Rothfuss

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

But now she knew much more than that. So much of what she’d thought was truth before was merely tricks. No more than clever ways of speaking to the world. They were a bargaining. A plea. A call. A cry.
But underneath, there was a secret deep within the hidden heart of things.

Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That’s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.