I began reading everyhing in the family library. Kidnapped, Treasure Island, Robinson Crusoe. And of course, if you're running out of books to read you can always read Shakespeare.

There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.

Silence can ask all the questions, where the tongue is prone to ask only the wrong one.

Your future. It awaits only you, to live it and to write it. - Shaman's Crossing by Robin Hobb

When considering a man's motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all.

In that last dance of chances I shall partner you no more. I shall watch another turn you As you move across the floor. In that last dance of chances When I bid your life goodbye I will hope she treats you kindly. I will hope you learn to fly. In that last dance of chances When I know you'll not be mine I will let you go with longing And the hope that you'll be fine. In that last dance of chances We shall know each other's minds. We shall part with our regrets When the tie no longer binds.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.