Of our pasts we seemed to know all we needed to know. Nothing was concealed, and though nothing was overtly revealed, all was known. In guilt and in forgiveness we counted ourselves equals, and always had. The sun himself envied us.

“I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby.'What can we do wit…”

“If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?”

“Great minds may have cold hearts. Form but no color. It is an incompleteness. A…”

“Is it not the case that many a life journey starts out in the opposite directio…”