An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history.

For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. ... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.

I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.

The roots of our grief coil so deeply into loss that death has cometo live with us like a family member who makes you happy by avoidingyou, but who is still one of the family. Our anger is a rage that Westerners cannot understand. Our sadness can make the stonesweep. And the way we love is no exception

An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history.

Always" is a good word to believe in.

I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.