I plucked this sprig of heath; Autumn is dead, remember - don't forget We will no longer see each other on Earth Smell of time, sprig of heath And remember that I am waiting for you
We initially sought our homeland, but this is not the place. My people once lived here, that's true, but the darkness that seeped into Mithral Hall has ended my claim to it. I have no desire to return...
No! Alas for us all! And for all who walk in the world in these later days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream. But I count you...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...