I Was Five Years Old The First

They Were Firemakers! They Were Gods! [humans]

He Was Justifying His Existence, Than Which Life Can Do No Greater; For Life Achieves Its Summit When It Does To The Uttermost That Which It Was Equipped To Do.

My Mistake Was In Ever Opening The Books.

He Was A Silent Fury Who No Torment Could Tame.

Life Is Not A Matter Of Holding Good Cards, But Sometimes, Playing A Poor Hand Well.