Aim high. You may still miss the target, but at least you won't shoot your foot off.

War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

Adversity does teach who your real friends are.

When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action.

Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.