Listen, my father had written. Listen to hear if they are telling the truth or only part of the truth, for that is the lesson of history: that the victors tell the tale of their...

Male or female, what did it matter, really, when the body yearned?

The history of the world begins with a seed. The seed is the kernel of what you are, but it is also the promise of what you can become.

You learn to ride on the path and keep your eyes open so you can see what is there, not what you wish were there…. And then after all you might discover that what is...

We don’t have to accept the things we might change.

…anyone can make a desert and call it peace…

The skin of frozen snow crunched satisfyingly beneath my boots as I smashed each step into the ground just as I planned to smash my foes.

Can we ever see the truth when desire blinds us? Or do we call it the truth because it is what we wish to see?

War was so simple, wasn’t it? Much simpler than justice.

A kiss can be like the world turning over. It can be like the tide of a dragon’s dream washing through the unseen world that is hidden to mortal eyes but that nevertheless permeates our...

Are these soldiers really our enemy, or only the worst reflection of our own selves?… We made them. We have to unmake them, not just defeat or kill them.

It’s the ones who can’t let go – of fear or anger, lust or greed, vanity or pride or power – who are most at risk of becoming corrupted.

Never let it be said that I could not talk my way out of any trouble that I could not punch.