I Will Not Say I Am Sorry,

In This World, Where We Find Ourselves, We Need Compassion More Than Anything, I Think, Or We Are All Alone.

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

... Everyone Knew That All Islands Were Worlds Unto Themselves, That To Come To An Island Was To Come To Another World.

Most Hated By The Dark, For Their Name Is Light.