Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word.

There is more time than there is expanse of the world and so any voyage at last will end.

Childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul.

Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge.

The spaces between stars are where the work of the universe is done.

In a time like that, the past meets you wherever you turn. The days do not use their own hours and minutes, they find ones you have lived through with the person you are missing.