Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.

Sometimes children do not realize by how fragile a thread their security hangs. Perhaps it is as well they do not - most of them grow up before the thread can be broken.

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.