That was one of the most fundamental and sacred duties good friends and families performed for one another! They tended the flame of memory, so no one’s death meant an immediate vanishment from the world; in some sense the deceased would live on after their passing, at least as long as those who loved them lived. Such memories were an essential weapon against the chaos of life and death, a way to ensure some continuity from generation to generation, an order of endorsement and meaning.

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.

I always thought happiness was a choice and I always chose things that made me happy, and books were one of those.

What doesn't quicken dies. That's an indisputable truth of life.

When tempest tossed, embrace chaos

A short-order cook, just off work, makes easy tracking for lions and worse

What year these events transpired is of no consequence. Where they occured is not important. The time is always, and the place is everywhere.