Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.

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

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme