It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.