More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

That's what courage is. Taking your disappointments and your failures, your guilt and your shame, all the wounds received and inflicted, and sinking them in the past. Starting again. Damning yesterday and facing tomorrow with your head held high. Times change. It's those that see it coming, and plan for it, and change themselves to suit, that prosper.

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all.

I have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn to stop making them.