One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. Time shall fly to the place of no more. For we were born for meaning. We were born to love. There, we shall all be together with all the lovelies ever known who chose mercy and kindness amidst the forget-me-not and the countless stars.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

She became the bad company that she kept.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Since that night you walked through my dreams, the world is full of magic things.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Small as a pea. Wider than the sea. This is where you and I came to be.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into gray. Maddie’s heart had somehow faded with it.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Sometimes, it's important to turn off the noise from the outside world. Sometimes, it's critical to stop the banter even within oneself. Intentional solitude and quiet can make us strong for tomorrow.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Sometimes there were troubles but no one can be a hero without the heart being torn open.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and the shining seas of the Atlantic. It wafted past the London Pier. Young Britney wanted all of Nod to hear.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick