Life isn't as magical here, and you're not the only one who feels like you don't belong, or that it's better somewhere else. But there ARE things worth living for. And the best part is you never know what's going to happen next.

Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?

By that which you kill are you bound.

If you're betwixt and between, trust the one with red hair.

You can't really know what you are made of until you are tested.

I was fortunate in that I attended university in Canada in the early 1970s when you could take a true liberal arts degree with no programmes, majors or minors.

Where there is no respect for life, there you will find evil.