Nothing mortals make lasts; nothing the gods make endures forever. - Megan Whalen Turner

I'll be your minister--"
"Of the exchequer? You'd rob me blind."
"I would never steal from you," he'd said hotly.
"Oh? Where is my tourmaline necklace? Where are my missing earrings?"
"That necklace was hideous. It was the only way to keep you from wearing it."
"My earrings?"
"What earrings?

He lies to you?" Attolia asked.
"Constantly," said Eddis. "He lies to himself. If Eugenides talked in his sleep, he'd lie then, too."
Attolia looked stunned. "And you can't tell?"
Eddis thought for a moment. "I sometimes believe his lies are truth, but I have never mistaken his truth for a lie. If he needs me to believe him, he has his own way of showing his veracity.

I think he was delighted to see you safe," said the magus, "and grieved that the next time you meet, it must be as king and king and not as friends.