There is no life which does not possess its own importance, no life which may not be touched by greatness at any time -- Yes, be touched by greatness and have a hand in it. (from The Mirror of Her Dreams)

In accepting the Gift you Honor the Giver

Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.

Joy is in the ears that hear.

The heart cherishes secrets not worth the telling

Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ended and the ashes of light began. The low clouds seemed full of grief -- tense and uneasy with accumulated woe -- and yet affectless, unable to rain, as if the air clenched itself too hard for tears. And through the dawn, Atiaran and Covenant moved heavily, unevenly, like pieces of a broken lament.

I respect my limitations, but I don't use them as an excuse.