Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

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

It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.

We may not have demon fathers dangling offers of infernal power before us, but everyone understands what it means to struggle with temptation or resist the urge to give in to our baser natures.

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