“Many a brave smiling face hides a sad heart”

“IncendiaryThat one small boy with a face like pallid cheeseAnd burnt-out little eyes could make a blazeAs brazen, fierce and huge, as red and goldAnd zany yellow as the one that spoiledThree thousand guineas' worth of propertyAnd crops at Godwin's Farm on SaturdayIs frightening---as fact and metaphor:An ordinary match intended forThe lighting of a pipe or kitchen fireMisused may set a whole menagerieOf flame-fanged tigers roaring hungrily.And frightening, too, that one small boy should setThe sky on fire and choke the stars to heatSuch skinny limbs and such a little heartWhich would have been content with one warm kissHad there been anyone to offer this.”

“Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.”

“Once, when I was young and true.Someone left me sad -Broke my brittle heart in two;And that is very bad.Love is for unlucky folk,Love is but a curse.Once there was a heart I broke;And that, I think, is worse.”

“Today,’ said Lymond, ‘if you must know, I don’t like living at all. But that’s just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I’ll be bright as a bedbug again.”

“I need you to do more than survive. As writers, as revolutionaries, tell the truth, your truth in your own way. Do not buy into their system of censorship, imagining that if you drop this character or hide that emotion, you can slide through their blockades. Do not eat your heart out in the hope of pleasing them.”

“Julius rose to his feet. The towel dropped, showering cut brown hair over Monna Alessandra's elegant tiles. His hair, finely tailored, clung to a thick-boned face with slanting eyes and a blunt profile which would have looked well on a coin. Tobie, who had almost no hair, gazed at him sadly.”