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“Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.”
― Sarah Miller, The Lost Crown

“Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.”
― Sarah Miller, The Lost Crown

“This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Something New

“Let us discuss why poetry has lost the power of making men brave.”
― E.M. Forster