You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.

There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.

History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent.

Humans withdraw to their homes, and surrender the night to the creatures that own it: the crickets, the owls, the snakes. A world that hasn't changed for hundreds of thousands of years wakes up, and carries on as if the daylight and the humans and the changes to the landscape have all been an illusion.

Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.

When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. Rules and laws fly straight out the window.

You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.