....Only you mattered in that moment. Only you. And I would have done anything to save you. I would have paid any price committed any sin sold my very soul to do it.

Those are facts. Are they the truth? No, for they do not tell you of the heart, and that is where truth lives.

Life is too uncertain... You must seize happiness where you find it.

I adored history, not the dry dates and boring battles, but the stories and the people who populated them.

You are curious and quick, you have a deft mind, and for some unaccountable reason, people tell you things -- useful things.

She left me then, surrounded by my extravagantly simple finery and I sat for a long time, uncomfortable both with the person I had been and the person I was finally becoming. Caught between the two of them, I felt rather lonely, as one often does with a new acquaintance.

If one has a purpose, life is bearable enough, do you not think so?