Never did he once consider directing his hatred toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him ... His subconscious knew what his min did not guess-that hating them would have consumed him, burned him up like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question mark of smoke.

Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake?

I get angry about things, then go on and work.

You free. Nothing and nobody is obliged to save you but you.

Make a difference about something other than yourselves.

Freedom is choosing your responsibility. It's not having no responsibilitie s; it's choosing the ones you want.

The seeds of destruction lie in the definition of "chosen-ness" and can easily blossom into bigotry. It's not inevitable but it needs constant care to avoid.