Kent had begun sleeping with his good eye open, for he knew the mark of sedition when he saw it. Even partway blinded, who could see it better?

I've crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you.

Kas was right: a woman could destroy a man. This one could do so, simply by knowing his name. She could do so, simply with her eyes.

He smelled the salt on his own lips and the orange blossoms in her hair. Real ones, he could see now, tucked into the curls with cheap, native combs. The sight of them gave him hope.

Looking back at him was a man who was battered and broken.And alive, for the first time in his life.

He wanted to die. He prayed for it. Through the roar in his ears, he begged for it.

Caine was a murderer. A liar. A cad. A skulker in shadows and a heartless wretch. What sort of woman or God would love someone like him?

He heard the voice that had called to him in dreams, had saved him from the sands and from following his brother into the river.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

If you can explain, then it's not the Dream. The dream can never be put into words, it can only be felt through the heart

Find a victory in every defeat to remain hopeful and find a defeat in every victory to remain humble.

Sound comes out of a life experience.

The person giving the advice returns the confidence placed in him with a disinterested eagerness... and he is usually guided only by his own interest or reputation.

America is going to start happening outside of the parties.

A mind might ponder its thought for an epoch, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach in a day.

Every company has a rocky beginning.

If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero?

What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.