They stood in the courtyard of Swangard Palace, too cold to be comfortable despite the sun, and they looked fully on one another, knowing that they were friends, and would always be.A lot of water...

The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids–just as I am doing now–and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much...

Look for Joy: that’s God’s echo, and his footprint. Happiness . . . happiness and wittiness and cleverness do not count for much when the darkness falls. Joy is tougher.