Every Virtuous Act Is Inspired By A

Nothing Ever Fits The Palm So Perfectly, Or Feels So Right, Or Inspires So Much Protective Instinct As The Hand Of A Child

Poverty And Pride Are Devoted Blood Brothers Until One, Always And Inevitably, Kills The Other.

I Went To War. .... I Survived, While Other Men Around Me Died. ... Men Whose Lives Were Crunched Up In Mistakes, And Thrown Away By The Wrong Second Of Someone Else's Hate, Or Love, Or Indifference.

Every Virtuous Act Is Inspired By A Dark Secret.

There's No Such Thing As Forever.