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

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.

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.

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

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

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