There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.
For heaven's sake, don't write writing. Write reading!
I want my readers to feel, to think, sometimes to laugh. But most of all I want them to enjoy a good read.
The cure for unhappiness...It's this: What a person needs is always more than they say.
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.
All I can think is that when you torment a person...the soul dies. When the soul dies, I suppose mercy dies, too.