Maybe Right And Wrong Did Not Move,

Some Kinds Of Beauty Did Not Heal, But Hollowed The Pain Even Deeper.

... She Knew In Her Heart That To Be Without Optimism, That Core Of Reasonless Hope In The Spirit Rather Than The Brain, Was A Fatal Flaw, The Seed Of Death.

I Believe In An Individual Soul Which Travels Through Eternity. This Life Is Far From All There Is--in Fact, It Is A Minute Part, Simply An Antechamber, A Deciding Place Where We Choose The Light From The Dark, Where We Come To Know What We Truly Value.

I Did A Complete Rewrite Of 650 Pages In Two Weeks.

The Mountains Are So Beautiful They Make Me Ache Inside Because The Moment I Look Away I Know I Shall Need To See Them Again. And I Cannot Spend The Rest Of My Life Standing On The Spot Starting At Shifting Sunlight And Mist And Shadows Across The Sea.