How can something as fragile as a word build the whole world?

That’s where proper stories begin, don’t they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?

Thoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you don’t know how you got from one to the next.

You mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.

If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?

I’m not really the sacrificing type.

Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?