I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

A hard truth: that courage can be without meaning or impact, need not be rewarded, or even known. The world has not been made in that way. Perhaps, however, within the self there might come a resonance, the awareness of having done something difficult, of having done . . . something.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

A hand fought best when it made a fist.

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

... everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.

You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.