Someday is someday, and maybe it will be or maybe it won't. This is a human thing, to worry about things that may or may not come to be. You can't eat meat until you've killed it.

...sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

I told you I set no limits on my love for you. I don't. Yet I have never expected you to offer me your body. It was the whole of your heart, all for myself, that I sought. Even though I've never had a right to it. For you gave it away ere ever you saw me.

You seek a false comfort when you demand that I define myself for you with words. Words do not contain or define any person. A heart can, if it is willing.

I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.

How do you politely explain to someone that you had believed for years he was a moron as well as a Fool?

When both my editors say 'This is really bad, you need to change this,' I ignore that at my peril.