Quotes from Eloise Jarvis McGraw

The queen's mocking laughter cut in. " This is your treasure, Lord Sheftu?" "Aye. The greatest treasure in Egypt—a maid whose loyalty cannot be bought. Whatever bargain we make, Daughter of the Sun, must include her freedom.

You are both daring and unscrupulous, and you think fast. I have been looking for a person with those particular characteristics. Also I noticed you speak Babylonian.

Blue-Eyed One, never again shall you cover your shoulders. I declare your scars to be medals of gallantry great than any I could bestow, and it is my will that all the Black Land look upon them, and learn the nature of courage.

One doesn't just chuck away the story of one's life, however much one wishes it had read differently.

Then the stars went out, for the bark of Ra, in fiery splendor, burst out of the East. Sunshine flooded the wide desert and the long, green valley of the Nile. The night was over; a new day had dawned for the land of Egypt.

Dr. Edmonds smiled and shrugged. "It's a bit harsh, perhaps, but Ezra Pound once said, 'Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing; the rest is mere sheepherding.' I think he was right. I seem to have spent my life with the sheep.

Why, you'll be 'changed, m'dear. We'll just swap you for a human child who'll make a good servant to the Band. Half Humans never work out 'mongst the Folk. No, never do." "But--I'm half Folk too... What if I never work out 'mongst the humans?" "Aye, you're neither one thing nor yet quite t'other. Pity, but there 'tis.

The foolish face of praise,'" Uncle Frosty quoted. "'. . . the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease, in answer to conversation which does not interest us.'" "Who wrote that?" I asked in astonishment. "Emerson.

As he spoke, he turned and looked at me, with such complete comprehension in his eyes that I felt we'd somehow discussed the subject exhaustively. In fact, for just a second I was irrationally convinced that in some previous conversation I couldn't quite remember we'd talked about everything on earth . . . It was a queer sensation a?kind of flash of recognition

A beautiful, fresh, white paper—it frightens, ja ? 'I am pure and virgin, I am perfect already,' it says. 'Who dares to mar this so-perfect white?' Only the artist says, 'I dare. You exist only to receive my thought, my image, my stroke of blue!

Always there was change, there was no preventing it and no undoing it, either—and all arrangements were temporary. Everything changed except one's courage. But as long as that remained, a person—or even a city—could look ahead.