An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

What a mystery blood was -- how did a tiny gesture, a tome of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the ehoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments. the shadow of a face looking back through the years -- that vanished again into the face that was now.

Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.

Home is the place where they have to take you in

It isn't necessarily easier if you know what it is you're meant to do-- but at least you don't waste time in questioning or doubting. If you're honest--well, that isn't necessarily easier, either. Though I suppose if you're honest with yourself and know what you are, at least you're less likely to feel that you've wasted your life, doing the wrong thing.

Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

I work on multiple projects at a time because it keeps me from getting writer's block.