More and more, there were no revelations, but simply the uncovering of truths long known but dimly remembered. Everything had been written long ago. There was nothing truly new in the world, but only the slow, circular march of time that revealed the old things once again.
Cinda Williams ChimaCrow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.
Cinda Williams Chima