And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.

I wanted so much to keep you safe. I did my best. I'm sorry things didn't come out different for the two of us. I wish I could have been good enough for you.

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.

Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for ... Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible.

Johnny was sobbing in shuddering gasps, telling me his small tale of woe, that the world was suddently different, and that he wanted me to make it better, right now please." --Liadan's interpretation of her baby's cries.

His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men; the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.