Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.
Garner knowledge, by any means possible
But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.
All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.
Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.