“The women sang the Ohgiwe and danced together as the grandmothers had, for the brave, and the unselfish, for the protectors.”

“I love you' is what people say when they have run out of words and can't say anything else. It is like reaching out a hand in desperation.”

“Holy shit! It wasn't them; it was him!”

“Women are as brave as any man. They save their own without a second thought. But that's love isn't it? Loyalty. Women never give up, not when it's someone they love. Many a child wouldn't be here if they did.”

“[Fire] is lightfooted and shamanic, dancing between the visible and invisible, undoing matter one collapsed molecule at a time, wreaking utter destruction with a touch softer than breath. Its poor cousins, wind and water, are one-dimensional rubes by comparison. Wind is all push, push, push. Water is suffocating, but passively so. And even when water gets it together to be a torrent or a tsunami, it is but wet wind. Fire is at once elemental and otherworldly. Fire dances on the grave of all it destroys. Fire is serious voodoo.”

“Love is brave and generous and above all it springs from honor. In order to love someone else, you must first be true to yourself. Love is not two people wanting or needing what the other can give.--Hester Latterly”

“There's simply nothing I can't accomplish when I can scrape together enough money to pay someone else to do it!”