You don't fight for peace sister,' Nahara told me, 'You embrace it.

You can never tell about a person by guessing...that's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.

Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.

Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.

Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.

You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.