You don't have to go by anyone's rules but your own. Everything about you is special. The only trouble is, no one but you ever seems to see it that w… - Esther Friesner

Possession was nine-tenths of the law, and the stray tenth was self-possession.

The wind had blown since before time had a name and it would blow until time lost all meaning. It blew the dwindling sands of the desert across the encroaching greenness of the fields and forests, past the teeming cities with their needle spires, silver in the glaring sun. It sang a dirge for all the waste that once stretched past the edge of imagination, and it moaned a lament for all who wandered, lost and outcast and alone.

Innocence is only a matter of not being able to believe in a possibility you can’t imagine.