To: Anna Oliphant From: Étienne St. Clair Subject: So . . . Does that mean I can call you now?
Anna and the French KissYellowdog, where does sorrow go?” He held his heart. “Lives here, in each of us.
A Horse Named SorrowBecause that's what Hermione does,' said Ron, shrugging. 'When in doubt, go to the library.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of SecretsDoes anyone here speak English? Or even Ancient Greek? — A very lost Marcus Brody
Indiana Jones and the Last CrusadeThe virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.
The Interpretation of Dreams