“Finally Lucinda grew used to her silence, and began not only to accept it, but treasure it. She too grew quiet. For the first time she heard the music of her heart.” — John Speed Copy Share Image
“At my age a man discovers regret, Senhor Mouse. I pursued blood instead of beauty. My memories are all of killing. I've forgotten the… — John Speed Copy Share Image
It's one thing to be helpless as one tries to lace a corset or to mount an elephant, quite another to be helpless as… — John Speed Copy Share Image
“Here in this old palace, untouched by the winds of change, here maybe some magic happens, for a little while. But the day must… — John Speed Copy Share Image
“This is desire, daughter, the endless piercing that informs the universe throughout eternity,” — John Speed Copy Share Image
“When you dance, sister, you feel in your heart the blessing of the Goddess, her peace, her kindness. But when you are with him,… — John Speed Copy Share Image
“Life is a caravan, and on this journey we sleep in many tents. Tomorrow I shall sleep in a different tent. ” — John Speed Copy Share Image
“Finally Lucinda grew used to her silence, and began not only to accept it, but treasure it. She too grew quiet. For the first… — John Speed Copy Share Image
“Leave me now as one leaves a corpse...with regret, and memories, but without a second look. ” — John Speed Copy Share Image
