Wind to a sailor is what money is to life on shore.

A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.

I'm the wave pushed by the wind, always receding before reaching the shore.

I don't think I'll have to kill her. Just slap that pretty face into hamburger meat, that's all.

I don't think I'll have to kill her. Just slap that pretty face into hamburger meat, that's all.

Deterrence is the art of producing, in the mind of the enemy, the fear to attack.