How I wished during those sleepless hours that I belonged to a different nation, or better still, to none at all.

As time moves on the line will blur. It will no longer seem to be the simplicity of good versus evil, but good versus fools who think they are good.

This is why there is something awful about human freedom. This power to make a choice which will never cease to reverberate.

I need to tell you a story.'What

If everything were anything," Chance said softly, "the barriers would break down, and we'd all lose ourselves to chaos. And then there would be no cotton candy.

Grace rides inside the waves.