The girl had hoped for fog, but the gods ignored her prayers as gods so often did.

Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

There are things to be learned even from the dead.

You are grown so very great now, yet the higher a man climbs the farther he has to fall.

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.

But my philosophy is that plot advancement is not what the experience of reading fiction is about. If all we care about is advancing the plot, why read novels? We can just read Cliffs Notes.

A sweet face oft hides a sinner's heart.