I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.

The fight isn't over until you win.

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But they grieve for many years.

If I had a dog that was sick as often as you are, I'd put it down," he observed kindly.

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

Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own. Wolves have no kings

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.