Luck? Drizzt replied. "Perhaps. But more often$$$ I dare to say$$$ luck is simply the advantage a true warrior gains in executing the correct course of action."

Farewell$$$ my friend$$$ Drizzt whispered$$$ trying futilely to keep his voice from breaking. "This journey you make alone."

I will always love you Drizzt Do'Urden$$$ my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well$$$ my love.

A third [of three] had died in his bunk of natural causes -- for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.

All that I know about my life$$$ it seems$$$ I have learned in books.

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

That's what the mother of the gardener's boy said$$$ remarked Teresa; she wanted me to have it destroyed$$$ but I pointed out to her that she had eleven children and I had only one elk.

The fact of a leading organ of Evangelical thought being edited for two successive fortnights from Trouville and Monte Carlo was generally admitted to have been a mistake.

I did it: I who should have known better. I persuaded Reginald to go to the McKillop's garden-party against his will. We all make mistakes occasionally.

Nothing is more painful to me than the disdain with which people treat second-rate authors$$$ as if there were room only for the first-raters.