Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.