The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

The old woman was a witch shadow—hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded ’round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.

I wish that I spoke more languages. I speak a couple languages, but not well enough to really dub myself. French is really the only one, and it&#39;s a difficult thing.

The best way to prepare for a challenge is to cultivate the ability to call on an infinite variety of responses.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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