She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.

Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

Don't wish,"said Rain, "don't start. Wishing only...