A Warrior of the Light cannot always choose his battlefield.

The power of storytelling is exactly this: to bridge the gaps where everything else has crumbled.

And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.

He has learned that it is best to follow the light.

I opened the window and my heart. The sun flooded my house and Love flooded my soul.

It is hereby decreed that the wall separating the sacred and the profane be toen down. From now on everything is sacred.

Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place.