Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.

Are you ready to discover what is real?

Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.

The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would finally own his life.

Leaf felt buried beneath the remains of their prior life, the ashes coating every part of who he thought he was in this community.

They never said “I don’t know.” They said, instead, “I’m not sure, ” which did not give any information but still suggested the possibility of knowledge.

The beauty of the present and the future can only be seen by those who are willing to let go of the past.

Where thou art that is Home.

I don't believe in the elimination of evil. But I believe in fightin' against evil.

Nonviolence to be worth anything has to work in the face of hostile forces.

I worked a great deal then, as you can only do on a set theme, absolved from the obligation to find a new fact, a new subject every day.

Man is the only animal to borrow tools.

I was always interested in finding the elegance of each style and understanding why it influences so many people.

We are doomed to cling to a life even while we find it unendurable.