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Franz Kafka
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one's own self.
Israelmore Ayivor
People either build a castle or a dungeon. The former by their virtues, pull people into positive edifices with gainful impression. The later by their vices, push people into negative huts with painful oppression.
Jacqueline E. Smith
After walking the Royal Mile, we visit Edinburgh Castle. Overlooking the city from the grassy hilltop of the Castle Rock, the fortress itself looks as though it has been carved from the very stone upon which it sits. It is powerful yet elegant, lavish yet wholly inviting to anyone fortunate enough to find themselves standing at the castle gate. These are doors and walls and windows that have seen kings and queens, saints and sinners, voyagers from all corners of the world. And now us.
Jacqueline E. Smith
Tonight, Dunadhar Castle is ours.
Kamand Kojouri
I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?
Merrie Haskell
The shrine I prayed at not to go to university, Sand said.I guess your prayer was answered, Perrotte said.Sand strongly considered throwing something at her
Merrie Haskell
And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.
Merrie Haskell
Perrotte frowned. I'd like to turn a plowshare into a sword , she said. I'd cut our way out of those thorns, and then use it to run my enemies through
Merrie Haskell
How did you get into the castle, Alexandre, son of Gilles Smith? Sand shrugged. A saint kidnapped me from his shrine and put me into a fireplace here. So I guess the answer is, a miracle of Saint Melor. Or so I think. He has not told me. If you are trying to antagonize him, you are doing a good job, Perrotte whispered. Sand scuffed his shoe at her. I'm just telling the truth! You're very good at telling it in the most maddening way possible.Thank you?
Merrie Haskell
The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it's exhausting to get them out in the right order. He glanced up at her. That sounded like an evasion if ever she'd heard one. She raised an eyebrow.
Merrie Haskell
I'm alive, he groaned. But I'm not doing a very good job of it.
Merrie Haskell
Saint Melor's father was Saint Meliau.Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?Everyone who didn't murder anyone, maybe, Perrotte said.
Merrie Haskell
You're not mending anything, remember, Sand? The hedge. He paused and shook his head at himself. And Perrotte's away for a few minutes, and you're talking to yourself again.
Pat Frayne
Favorite Quotations.I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.The worth of a book is measured by what you carry away from it. It's not over till it's over. Imagination is everything. All life is an experiment. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly.