If she were here I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she'd beg me to let her breathe. I'd kiss her so hard she'd plead for mercy. I'd unfasten her clothing and lie with her onthat hard bed, and what was between us would be as far above the ordinary congress between man and woman as the stars are above their pale reflections in the lake below.

Only - only that, if you believe the tales, it's in the nature of our people to go to war and to kill, just as it is to sing and play and tell stories. Perhaps they are two halves of the same whole.

Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you.

Nobody expects you to exhibit godlike strength, excepting maybe yourself.

Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.

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

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.