This will be my last year, Lord. I have gotten what I can. Thank You.

From the foot of the pyramids I contemplate twenty centuries, buried in the sand. ... I came here to hold on to fleeting life, and I see all about me only death. ... I write this, not quite knowing what I'm saying, but I dry the ink with the dust of Egyptian queens.

We still have prostitutes standing on our corner, and people crapping round the back of buildings. The charms are still there.

I used to consider myself as great as a pyramid, and now I realize that I am only a shadow that passes.

How many of us have enough trust, strength, and faith to believe that we could do the impossible?

You can't send a girl in to do what a lady can do.

I'd rather live at the bottom of a well than leave Avonlea.