Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal.

When his flame falls, my lightning rises, and so on.

To me, forgiveness is the cornerstone of healing.

Stand by me, my brave grenadiers!

I'm a stage actor, and we never get to see our performances.

In the dust where we have buried the silent races and their abominations we have buried so much of the delicate magic of life.

The Irish have a flair for wringing from death the last drop of emotion and they do not quite understand those who react otherwise.

Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.

History belongs to she who holds the pen...If we don't tell our stories, they won't be told.

I can't wait till Sunday, I'm gonna see my favorite niece and my other niece.

Romance is a universally unspoken language understood by all living organism on this planet except heterosexual men.