From where they stood, they could see the castle.

- Frank Yerby

There was no wind in all that sweep of sky.

- Frank Yerby

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

- Frank Yerby

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.

- Frank Yerby