A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.

A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.

It all depends on you. If you want it to be different,it will be different. Don't look at the world with your eyes but with your heart.

It seems to me that you won't have had a proper series of adventures, unless you've gone through thick and thin.

I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.' What's that?' I...trust you.' Why?' You'll never hurt me.' Thank you.' But...' But, what?' I said, 'That means I'll hurt you.' Why?' 'Cause, like I said, you'll never hurt me back.

All I can think is that when you torment a person...the soul dies. When the soul dies, I suppose mercy dies, too.

I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothing… How odd, I thought; it had taken my mother’s death, Father Quinel’s murder, and the desire of others to kill me to claim a life of my own.