There will always be trouble, so there will always be a time for heroes

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

The river was beautiful and wise. There were the two of them being happy in a new way. For here, there was no man, no woman, no master, no yellow, no black, no white. We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

The woman of her dreams went into her arms without shame or awkwardness as the boldness of Love overcame them both.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyway?

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

Through science, she could reach anyone at anytime around the world, but no one seemed to know what to say.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

We must only believe.

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-not!

— David Paul Kirkpatrick