I hate brandy...it stinks of modern literature.

You'll get more from being a peacemaker than a warrior

I die of thirst beside the fountain.

It's not really my problem if they think I'm weird.

I fear no bad angel$$$ and have offended no good one.

The map? I will first make it.

I start in the middle of a sentence and move both directions at once.

Following the light of the sun$$$ we left the Old World.

The only virtue on which I pride myself is my self-doubt; when a writer loses her self-doubt$$$ the time has come to lay aside her pen.

i heard on their lips the language of passion$$$ of betrayal and jealousy$$$ and sometimes despair - languages with which I was all too familiar.