But if we are to remain a great empire, we must have a greater understanding of the hearts and minds of others.

When I dream, I dream of him.

Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.

It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.

But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

The world is a lie...not you and me.