A tourist is nothing more than an invited guest into someone’s homeland.
Why do you persist when giving up is so much easier?
The past is just a goodbye unless it’s redeemed by words on paper.
The new is always hiding in the old.
He still trusted his strength and his memory, but not his judgement. That part was no longer with him. It escaped somehow when he wasn’t paying attention.
Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted…