The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone.

It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.

I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it.