It seems to me that you won't have had a proper series of adventures, unless you've gone through thick and thin.
For heaven's sake, don't write writing. Write reading!
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.
The more men see of the world, the bigger their hearts
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.