I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry.

So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious ways. Mystery is a wonderful part of life.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

Now they seemed to be in a contest over who could irritate her more, and she sometimes had to remind herself that teenagers had souls

There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying. Because you must. This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.