And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

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.

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.