Let's agree then . . . if you're about to come to a conclusion, you'll head off in another direction. You might even find your own voice.

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

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

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.

There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.

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.

There are those who'd rob a blind man of his eyelashes if they could.