Tigana

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

It was true, it was all true. But none of it was the truth.

Music trains the mind, like mathematics, or logic, to precision of mind.

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

A reminder of what it was to be mortal and so doomed to tread one road only and that one only once...We can never truly know the path we have not walked.

Home was a dream she’d had yesterday. A place where children used to play. Among towers near the mountains, by a river, on curving sweeps of white or golden sand beside a palace at the edge of the sea.

He didn’t think he would understand the strangeness of life if he lived to be a hundred years old.

When power is gone the memory of power lingers.

I suppose being right will have to compensate me for being poor—the story of my life, I fear.