That she won the game startled me cold. The way she won, the pattern of her thought on the chessboard, charmed me warm again and then some.

How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit, but us? Who can change it, any time we wish, but us?

A moment later Jonathan's body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. "Don't let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe...

Your only obligation in any lifetime is to be true to yourself. Being true to anyone else or anything else is not only impossible, but the mark of a fake messiah.

In the path of our happiness shall we find the learning for which we have chosen this lifetime.

What would our lives be like without tests, odds against us, adventure, risk?

Navigate by the same star, unwilling to change, and you find yourself not only off-course but lost.