Child, child, do you not see? For each of us comes a time when we must be more than what we are.

My parents were horrified when I told them I wanted to be an author.

After I saved some money, I quit work and went to a local college.

...alas, raising a young lady is a mystery even beyond an enchanter's skill.

At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief...but hope

If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?

She has given you something of value: the truth in her heart.