I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose.
Laurell K. HamiltonBut we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.
Laurell K. Hamiltonthe pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.
Laurell K. Hamilton