The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

How do people stay in love, anyway? Is it a choice? Or is it like those plants we studied in biology that mutate into something new and totally different but are still part of the same plant family?

I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

Tonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.

I'd like to thank readers. Every time you open a book, it is a strike against ignorance. Unless you're reading Sarah Palin.