It is an overactive imagination that turns men into cowards, not a surfeit of fear, as many believe

And the ship sailed onward, gliding serenely down the moonlit river toward the dark lands beyond.

I am not who I was,' he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, 'but I know who I am.'... 'And I won't give up.

As he was about to leave, she said, "Murtagh." He paused and turned to regard her. She hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and said, "Why?" She though he understood her meaning: Why her? Why save her, and now why try to rescue her? She had guessed at the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. He stared at her for the longest while, and then, in a low, hard voice, he said, "You know why.

Sometimes there are no answers.

Until we invent telepathy, books are our best choice for understanding the rest of humanity.

Better to die than to live in fear.