Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.

These soldiers had done what they had done, and been done unto in return. This was how it went. In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever.

Some would assert that Providence was at work shaking out its pockets in Humanity's lap. Other would argue for that mindless choreographer, Chance. Either way it was a simple thing: a lost diary fell into the hands of a soul-sick war hero on a train from Bombay to Jaipur just when he'd grown tired of the scenery and needed something to keep his thoughts from the minefield of his wretched thoughts. In such mild ways is the groundwork laid for first kisses and ruined lives.

The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The law of gravity.