Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.

We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.

If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do.

It's a given that we exist in a world where we have to live in continuity every day; no one is immune to that, in life or romance novels. By the same token, it's not something I find terribly important.

Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.

If there's one thing that a study of history has taught us, it is that things can always get worse.

You made peace,” said the buffalo man. “You took our words and made them your own. They never understood that they were here—and the people who worshiped them were here—because it suits us that they are here. But we can change our minds. And perhaps we will.