The Parry Is Wrong." - Drizzt Do'urden

We Are All Prisoners At One Time Or Another In Our Lives, Prisoners To Ourselves Or To The Expectations Of Those Around Us. It Is A Burden That All People Endure, That All People Despise, And That Few People Ever Learn To Escape.

But Love, Honest Love, Requires Empathy. It Is A Sharing—of Joy, Of Pain, Of Laughter, And Of Tears. Honest Love Makes One’s Soul A Reflection Of The Partner’s Moods. And As A Room Seems Larger When It Is Lined With Mirrors, So Do The Joys Become Amplified. And As The Individual Items Within The Mirrored Room Seem Less Acute, So Does Pain Diminish And Fade, Stretched Thin By The Sharing. That Is The Beauty Of Love, Whether In Passion Or Friendship. A Sharing That Multiplies The Joys And Thins The Pains.

I've Always Been A Fighter. If You Tell Me I Can't, I'll Die Trying To Prove You Wrong.

I Will Follow It, Though I Know So Well Now The Deep Wounds I Might Find. For As Long As I Believe That I Am Walking The True Road, If I Am Slain, Then I Die In The Knowledge That For A Brief Time, At Least, I Was Part Of Somethin Bigger. This Road Has Perils And I Will Surely Die On It,but, I Am Not Afraid To Die.

I'm Trying To Make All The Characters Change And Grow, Or Regress.