There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others.

Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.

Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on it

It is so hard trying to say what you mean.

And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.

He just put his hand through the bulkhead, exactly as she'd done, and squeezed my shoulder. He has very strong fingers. And he kept his hand there the whole way home, even when he was reading the map and giving me headings. So I am not flying alone now after all.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.