There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

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

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

A hand fought best when it made a fist.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?