You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.

I saw in details while she saw in scope. Not seeing the scope is why I am here and she is not. I took each element spearately and never looked to see that they never did fit together properly

Esse quam videri," Celia says. "To be, rather than to seem.

How are you managing to keep everyone from aging?” Celia asks after a while. “Very carefully,” Marco answers.

Widge can see the past." Poppet says suddenly. "That's why his stories are so good." "The past is easier," Widget says. "It's already there." "In the stars?" Bailey asks. "No." Widget says. "On people. The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it's still there, the events and t hings that pushed you to where you are now.

I have absurdly vivid dreams.