But Froi looked around with wonder. As if he had never seen the world from up so high before.

Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.

It’s against the rules of humanity to believe there is nothing we can do.

Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.

How unladylike of you to mention such a thing.

Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?

If there was one weapon he had against these savages, it was not acknowledging their existence.

But then Froi looked back to where his work lay unfinished and it made him sad because there had been something about the touch of earth in his hands that made him feel worthwhile.

One of Sir Topher's rules was to never indulge in sentimentality, never return for what was left behind.

It's against the rules of humanity to believe there is nothing we can do.

People divulge things to you that they would not divulge to anyone else.

Whether we are trying to buy a packet of chips or getting to know a person for a potentially important relationship, its nice to have an overview of what it/he/she contains. - Of A Sense of Self

Listen to your own intuit. Have stronger wisdom to judge your own belief and things that you desire to do NOT what others want you to do.

Use the water of encouragement on someone else's flowers - especially the flowers that are wilted, trampled on, and taken for granted. But don't nourish the weeds.

Love is of all passions the strongest for it attacks simultaneously the head the heart and the senses.

Humor works, and it's the best way to get attention without spending a lot of money.

The secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

Both biological and cultural diversity are now severely threatened and working for their preservation is a critical task.

What they call "play" (gym, travel, sports) looks like work.

If you fall asleep on horseback, the horse will stop by the rock. Art is a car. Kitsch is a horse.