It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.

And one cold starry night / Whatever your belief / The phoenix will take flight / Over the seas of grief / To sing her thrilling song / To stars and waves and sky / For neither old nor young / The phoenix does not die.

We only keep what we lose.

At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.

Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

Fighting dragons is my holy joy.