They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.

You have no sense of what war is like. You have no idea what it means to see those you love fall. You cannot possibly understand what it is to fight for what you believe, and how sometimes you have to fight with words and dreams after all the weapons have been put away. You serve a cold god, surviving on his power for thousands of years without ever living!

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.

Live it well and this life can be grand.

I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.

In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.