A hand fought best when it made a fist.

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

But if you couldn't do everything, did that mean you did nothing?

There are kinds of action, for good or ill, that lie so far outside the boundaries of normal behavior that they force us, in acknowledging that they have occurred, to restructure our own understanding of reality. We have to make room for them.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

Ice is for death and endings.