Life is a lone wolf, scratching out a living with teeth and claws and a heart of stone.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.

Something that you can not do is your weakness, and something that you can do is your strength.

The fear of losing something makes you weak, lose it and gain your strength

She had always enjoyed her sense of being alone, envisioning herself as a ball that rolled through life, bumping into other lives but not stopping.