Maybe there's nothing impossible tonight. We're down the hole to Wonderland, and no White Rabbit to guide us." If I remember correctly, the White Rabbit was an unreliable guide, anyway.

Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.

I always enjoyed the kids, but I didn't enjoy the bureaucracy of the educational system.

I believe in the possibility of miracles but, more to the point, I believe in our need for them.

I work on one page, revising and polishing until I can't make it better, then move on to the next. Some pages might get 20 or more drafts before I move on.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

That is, Jack thought, the way of life. The horror changes us, because we can never forget. Cursed with memory. It starts when we're old enough to know what death is and realize that sooner or later we'll lose everyone we love. We're never the same. But somehow we're all right. We go on.