Truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism.

Of three things be wary- of a feather on a cat, The shepherd eating mutton, And a guardsman that is fat.

Time doesn't. All that Time does is make it more distant, put more space between you and what happened. It doesn't heal anything. I don't know how or what does the healing, but it isn't Time.

We're none of us quite so sure of our place in the world that we can't be rocked off our feet by bad times. It's the getting back up again that counts. Not that you fall, but getting back up again counts for more in the long run.

The hatched chick cannot go back to the shell, the falcon who has found the sky does not willingly sit the nest.

I try to use all of my senses when describing a setting, and try to think of everything that would impact a character in any given scene.

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same.