...whom he had saved from a life of excessive freedom

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.

Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.

Power travels in the bloodlines, handed out before birth.

Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position.

It is easy to take away the world that we think is so permanent and reliable.