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

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

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

Weariness, sometimes more than anything else, can bring an end to war.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

Ice is for death and endings.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.