Quotes from Frank Yerby

From where they stood, they could see the castle.

There was no wind in all that sweep of sky.

Each man's death is fated from the beginning of time.

When it was over, it was not really over, and that was the trouble.

Ni siquiera podré dejarla—pensó amargamente—: no, no puedo. Excepto por la puerta de la muerte, soy incapaz de separarme de ella. Pero lo que exista entre nosotros de ahora en adelante será como un valioso jarrón roto al caer al suelo y que ha sido hábilmente reparado, rehecho. Pero, ¡Dios santo, qué aspecto tan lamentable tienen las grietas a la luz del día!

About fifteen miles above New Orleans the river goes very slowly. It has broadened out there until it is almost a sea and the water is yellow with the mud of half a continent. Where the sun strikes it, it is golden.

When it was over, it was not really over, and that was the trouble.