After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.

What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.

Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

Every man or woman who makes a stand helps keep the flame of freedom burning.

I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.