If only we were wiser or better people, perhaps the gods would explain to us the mad, unbearable things they do.

Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

Who would I be, if other good souls did not make up for my shortcomings?

The society whose citizens are willing to stand and fight is the one with the best chance of surviving long enough for history to even notice.

I stole their future from them; I can only being to repay by seeing what I can learn from their past.

Happiness is not a life without pain, but rather a life in which the pain is traded for a worthy price.

Unfortunately, we live in a time when the media are almost a monoculture.