One of the easiest things in the world is not to write... If it were easy, everyone would do it.

The enemy is always in the mind.

The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)

There were some things you did, no matter what, and when a friend needed help, you helped them.

Chapter One. The Bride." He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax." He practically shoved the book in my face. "By S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese writer. The Princess Bride. He too came to America. S. Morgenstern. Dead now in New York. The English is his own. He spoke eight tongues." Here my father put down the book and held up all his fingers. "Eight. Once in Florin City...

Existence was really very simple when you did what you were told.

I’ll tell you the truth and its up to you to live with it.