A Story Doesn't Live Until It Is

Men Rarely See Their Own Actions As Unjustified.

You're Wonderful. So Full Of Life And Excitement. The Priests And Servants Of The Palace, They Wear Colors, But There's No Color Inside Of Them. They Just Go About Their Duties, Eyes Down, Solemn. You've Got Color On The Inside, So Much Of It That It Bursts Out And Colors Everything Around You.

Better To Be The Failure Who Nobly Strived Than The Success Who Never Really Had To.

In The End, All Men Die. How You Lived Will Be Far More Important To The Almighty Than What You Accomplished.

The Look Of Disbelief That Ran Across The Boy's Face Was Somehow More Disturbing Than The Despair It Had Replaced. This Creature Had Given Up Hope Long Ago; He Probably Begged Out Of Habit Rather Than Expectation.