The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat

I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor

Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?