I was dressed up as a witch for Halloween, and wanted to write a story about my black cat before I went out trick-or-treating. I think it went out with the trash the next day.

It's too late to apologize for. I have already forgiven you.

But change proves that you are still alive. Change often measures our tolerance for folk different from ourselves. Can we accept their languages, their customs, their garments, and their foods into our own lives? If we can, then we form bonds, bonds that make wars less likely. If we cannot, if we believe that we must do things as we have always done them, then we must either fight to remain as we are, or die

Thinking is not always...comforting. It is always good, but not always comforting. Royal Assassin

One can only walk so far from one's true self before the bond either snaps, or pulls one back.

Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?

Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.