. . . companions were to be valued, wherever one found them.

The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself.

But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .

A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven

Adults weren’t supposed to understand their children and you were doing something wrong if they did.

It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.

In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.