Life is a journey through a foreign land.

To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am.

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

For every pleasure, there must be a sacrifice.

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

Hope burns eternal in the human heart.

Love is patient. Love is kind. It bears all things. Love never fails. Love is as strong as death.