Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

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?

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

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.