One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.

You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

Please come back soon. The window is always open.

If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.

Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.