Forget the threat of Hell's infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait - for an eternity

When does he ever think?" Richard straddled a chair and accepted a wind cup from Raoul. "If he were to sell his brain, he could claim it had never been used.", Chapter 7

Men kill for many reasons, they steal but for one-greed.

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does not flourish in every garden, and I feel thankful it has taken root in mine.

A cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed.

I inhale hope with every breath I take.