I may be running out of options, but running out isn't an option.

I've always seen 'no' as a challenge rather than an answer.

There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

You can't grow if you're constantly defined by this collection of frozen moments that you keep returning to. And if you can't grow, you're not alive.

Sometime, It's easier to love someone with flaws you can forgive in return for them forgiving yours.

I like mountains, always have done. Big obstinate bits of rock sticking up where they're not wanted and getting in folk's way. Great. Climbing them is a different matter altogether though. I hate that.