You are nothing if not exhaustive in your self-congratulatory made-up logic.

A story doesn't live until it is imagined in someone's mind.

I want you to go back into the barrack and tell the men to come out after the storm. Tell them to look up at me tied here. Tell them I’ll open my eyes and look back at them, and they’ll know hat I survived.

People can do great things. However, there are some things they just CAN'T do. I, for instance, have not been able to transform myself into a Popsicle, despite years of effort.

In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain--leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.

Ah, the outdoors,' Shallan said. 'I visited that mythical place once.