Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.

But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power, that they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.

It is never wise to turn aside from knowing, however the knowing comes.

Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.

I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark

Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.