That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict.

What was I supposed to say?.....did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita

It was like noticing the sun. You couldn't help but see it, to turn to face the heat of it, to bask in the glory of it. But often when the sun is high in the sky, the moon is up there, too. A dim memory of what she will be in the night, but there, nonetheless, dim and misty, hard and white. At night, there is only the moon, the sun is nowhere to be seen. There are no distractions when the moon rules the sky.

I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

To gain your heart's desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can't make the leap. And if you don't make the leap you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person from whom you've sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasn't real.