The nature of love is that it catches you off-guard, subjects you to rules you have never faced, some of them contradictory.
The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done.
Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word.
There is more time than there is expanse of the world and so any voyage at last will end.
Life is mostly freehand.
I am a writer, not a transcriber.