…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

When does he ever think?" Richard straddled a chair and accepted a wind cup from Raoul. "If he were to sell his brain, he could claim it had never been used.", Chapter 7

It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing in happy endings, too.

Men kill for many reasons, they steal but for one-greed.

For every wound, the ointment of time.

We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are visited upon us, how on earth can they?

Forget the threat of Hell's infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait - for an eternity