"Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it."

"I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me."

"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new."

"Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it."

"I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me."

"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new."

"Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it."

"I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me."

"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new."

"Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it."

"I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me."

"Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it."

"I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me."

"Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new."

"He said after a little while, 'I see why you say that only men do evil, I think. Even sharks are innocent, they kill because they must.' 'That is why nothing can resist us. Only one thing in the worl can resist an evil-hearted man. And that is another man. In our shame is our glory. Only our spirit, which is capable of evil, is capable of overcoming it."