Children are dying." Lull nodded. "That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words.

Civilization after civilization, it is the same. The world falls to tyranny with a whisper. The frightened are ever keen to bow to a perceived necessity, in the belief that necessity forces conformity, and conformity a certain stability. In a world shaped into conformity, dissidents stand out, are easily branded and dealt with. There is no multitude of perspectives, no dialogue. The victim assumes the face of the tyrant, self-righteous and intransigent, and wars breed like vermin. And people die.

Children were meant to be gifts. The physical manifestation of love between a man and a woman. And for that love all manner of sacrifice could be borne.

You’re loitering, citizen.” “Actually, I was hesitating.

There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.

It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.