It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.

Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.

The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.

The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him "Yero, my hero," and that melted his heart.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.