The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.

With domineering hand she moves the turning wheel,Like currents in a treacherous bay swept to and fro:Her ruthless will has just deposed once fearful kingsWhile trustless still, from low she lifts a conquered head;No cries...

When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn’t climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.

I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch it.

Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.”Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game,...

Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light.

The man’s emotions flowed back and forth like waves of the sea.

Yup, believe it: I was born on March 28, yet my name is April.

Peeta. Blut wie Regentropfen am Fenster. Wie feuchte Erde an den Stiefeln.

The dark has a eased a little. There has been a street-lamp burning, that has lit the threads of the bleached net scarf hung at the window, now it is put out. The light turns...

A rich person is just a poor person with a crown and elaborate clothing, and a poor person is just a rich person with a crownless head and ragged clothing.