“It was a night where the rogue drow felt tiny, and yet grand, a part of something ancient, eternal, and as vast as his imagination and as warm as the love among these five freinds surrounding him ...” — R.A. Salvatore Copy Share Image
I would observe to you that what is called style in writing or speaking is formed very early in life while the imagination is warm, and impressions are permanent. — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
