It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!

He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.

The minute we decide that one person doesn´t matter anymore, they´ve won.

I'm not encouraged by the silence. I can think of no benign reason for it. I'm afraid we may expect something closer to Christopher Columbus's arrival in the Americas than a scene from Close Encounters, and we all know how that turned out for the Native Americans.

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.

Sarcasm doesn't appear to work on him. If that's true, I'm in trouble: It's my normal mode of communication.