Only love can break a heart into so many pieces. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.

In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

What one person does, several people usually consider.

My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.

White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.

Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.

We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.

I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to." (page 8)

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.

Bigotry dwarfs the soul by shutting out the truth.

This body is the house of God.

Movement is the essence of life.

It's a wonderful thing as time goes by, to be with someone who looks into your face when you've gotten old and still sees what you think you look like.

Illinois is a state of suspended animation and the people live in hibernation from Oct. to whenever it ever gets warmer.

Think, just blink and I made...a million rhymes. Just imagine if you blinked...a million times. Damn, I'd be paid...I got it made.

Look at the Native American culture. They revere the elders.

Most of all, I believe God has chosen to bless this series. In doing so, he's giving the country and maybe the world, one last, big wake-up call before the events transpire.

The most we can get out of life is its discipline for ourselves, and its usefulness for others.

She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling