Nothing worse than someone who goes to the dance, is excited to dance, dances all night, and then complains all the next day about his feet being sore.
— Doug CooperWhat is this lovethat makes me see beauty,and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me?What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago?What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more?Tell me:How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe?
— Kamand KojouriAre you hurt?'Absolutely,' I said. 'Especially in my everywhere.
— Patrick RothfussIt's a bit of a sore spot, the Thanksgiving in Indian country.
— Robbie Robertson