Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.

Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.

Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?

Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.

Pride is the rope God allows us all.

We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.

Be careful whom you choose to hate. The small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.