Patrick W. Carr Quotes & Sayings

The next day, the villages came closer together until the beginnings and endings could no longer be discerned. — Patrick W. Carr

Some men are more easily broken by kindness than censure. — Patrick W. Carr

Unless you have to, never fight a battle you now you're going to lose. — Patrick W. Carr

The higher you rise, the greater your need for advice. — Patrick W. Carr

Because I've yet to see mankind make a mistake that it was unwilling to repeat. — Patrick W. Carr

Somebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though. — Patrick W. Carr

Once Errol righted himself into some semblance of horsemanship, they set off at an easy canter. That is, the other horses set off at a canter, while Errol's horse settled into a teeth-shattering trot. After a hundred paces he could feel Horace's backbone through the saddle. The other riders pulled ahead without a backward glance, leaving him to his four-footed torture. — Patrick W. Carr

I never knew a woman could be fierce and beautiful and smart before I met you. Every time I see you I think of a hawk, beautiful and deadly. — Patrick W. Carr

Maybe collecting bruises was the only way to learn how to fight. — Patrick W. Carr

He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn't gone more than two days in a row without a drink since he was ... since ... Warrel ... the quarry ... stone. — Patrick W. Carr

I say bad things happen. Sometimes it's because of the choices we make, and sometimes it's because of the choices other people make . . . and sometimes it just happens. — Patrick W. Carr

Why did people insist on starting journeys before the sun got warm? It couldn't be healthy. — Patrick W. Carr

Never fight a battle that doesn't need to be fought. — Patrick W. Carr

Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first. — Patrick W. Carr

Short questions with long answers, my boy. — Patrick W. Carr

A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him. — Patrick W. Carr

A picture of the world, nothing more than a casting stone set in the heavens, intruded on Errol's dismay. World without end. Was Illustra, their entire world, nothing more than a lot for the ultimate reader, too small and insignificant a thing to care about? — Patrick W. Carr